<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:21:44.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6055172995839367245</id><published>2008-03-02T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:28:55.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172817821331385394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8mKZthEbDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vhgfph8TB_A/s400/Peaceful_Friendship_by_ninazdesign.jpg" border="2" /&gt; As I sat alone,&lt;br /&gt;with the warm sun on my back,&lt;br /&gt;I realise something’s missing,&lt;br /&gt;a part of me which lacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the trees,&lt;br /&gt;reaching for the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be the children,&lt;br /&gt;walking home, who pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I miss the birds,&lt;br /&gt;chirping sweetly above my head?&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is restlessness,&lt;br /&gt;a part of me is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the feeling, they call solitude,&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know,&lt;br /&gt;that as we grow,&lt;br /&gt;we have to make our way,&lt;br /&gt;we all must plot a different course to go by everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought my friendships,&lt;br /&gt;would be round just like the moon&lt;br /&gt;But you see,&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready,&lt;br /&gt;for it all to end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss their happy laughter,&lt;br /&gt;floating in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the many secrets,&lt;br /&gt;that circulate within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way,&lt;br /&gt;to keep our friendships woven tight,&lt;br /&gt;is to keep in contact always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have it ever occurred to you how hard I'm trying to make things work?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep in contact &amp;amp; make sure things are well.&lt;br /&gt;But all I ever get is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;You changed everytime you go to a new environment &amp;amp; this time is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of trying in case you haven't noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be the only one working to keep this friendship alive?&lt;br /&gt;It's so God damnned tiring, it fucking is.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just do your part once in a while too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's become of us all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6055172995839367245?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6055172995839367245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6055172995839367245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6055172995839367245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6055172995839367245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-i-sat-alone-with-warm-sun-on-my-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8mKZthEbDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vhgfph8TB_A/s72-c/Peaceful_Friendship_by_ninazdesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2693033235102854068</id><published>2008-03-01T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:21:21.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't think ignoring someone when she needs you the most is called being a good friend lor.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder why I bother trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me how many friends would really not mind staying out with you because you're down.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I don't know how many.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes, have y'all ever wondered that all I needed was a listening ear?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, telling me all those crap &amp;amp; bullsh*t does not make you a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I know who my real friends are. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; ps: answering the phone &amp;amp; saying rubbish doesn't make you one either. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2693033235102854068?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2693033235102854068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2693033235102854068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2693033235102854068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2693033235102854068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-think-ignoring-someone-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6021045162223458771</id><published>2008-02-28T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:28:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171708844425875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8WZywnADmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jCIUet61hV4/s400/emo_by_dreamerofwords21.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emo emo emo! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;多想哭也没什么泪好哭了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, thanks to friends &amp;amp; cousins whom are giving me advices &amp;amp; cheering me up. &amp;amp; a special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; for meeting me at such a last minute! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6021045162223458771?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6021045162223458771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6021045162223458771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6021045162223458771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6021045162223458771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/emo-emo-emo-seriously-thanks-to-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8WZywnADmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jCIUet61hV4/s72-c/emo_by_dreamerofwords21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4084844954321122116</id><published>2008-02-27T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:28:55.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171615321513004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8VEvAnADlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qpuPYq4vBs4/s400/emo_diaries__by_complejo.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;. The previous entry was purely &lt;u&gt;what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; felt&lt;/u&gt;. If &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have any unhappiness, kindly direct it to me and not to &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. It's only natural for friends to talk. I don't see why she can't tell me anything, considering how long I've known her for. Don't act so pathetic &amp;amp; makes it sound like she's been bitching about you. It's her freedom to tell her friends how she feels or what's been going on in her life. But then again. Confiding in a friend is totally different from what you meant by "bitching". So, if you're unhappy about it, then that's just too bad. You can always find someone new to leech on. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4084844954321122116?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4084844954321122116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4084844954321122116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4084844954321122116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4084844954321122116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/sigh_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8VEvAnADlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qpuPYq4vBs4/s72-c/emo_diaries__by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-414259520352177003</id><published>2008-02-26T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:28:57.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171225321302658626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8PiCAnADkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ojVTO--Xm04/s320/Respect_Project_by_pointless_noise.jpg" border="3" /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this &lt;em&gt;certain someone&lt;/em&gt;, is like, so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;老&lt;/span&gt; already but yet don't understand the meaning of respecting other people's privacy &amp;amp; life. Like seriously lorrr. You disgust me with your childish-ness, can? Don't act like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大小姐&lt;/span&gt; when you ain't got what it takes. Asking someone to compromise her studies for you shows us how stupid you really are. Studies &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; be compromised one alright? &amp;amp; you don't go to a school you don't like, just because someone you know is going there. AND. The worst thing is, you don't stick to a person 24/7 only to bitch about her later on in some stupid blog which you dare not tell us about despite us asking you numerous of times. Telling us it's private is one thing. Ignoring us on purpose just because you have no fking guts to talk to us is another. Guess what. Don't order people around because you ain't no princess. Truth is, you're just a stupid lil' coward. :)&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this entry is purely because I can't stand seeing my buddy being unhappy while she's trying so hard to make new friends &amp;amp; start a new life. I don't see why she needs to babysit someone who's like way older than us &amp;amp; not be able to go out with others &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to make new friends &amp;amp; stop being sucha fking leech lahhh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-414259520352177003?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/414259520352177003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=414259520352177003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/414259520352177003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/414259520352177003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8PiCAnADkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ojVTO--Xm04/s72-c/Respect_Project_by_pointless_noise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8552670445216115698</id><published>2008-02-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:00.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170482180291300914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8E-JgnADjI/AAAAAAAAATs/2XZJ-u480hQ/s400/nandoislove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torres&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday photos click &lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/Birthday%2008/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss her too, oh yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is just like a piece of glass.&lt;br /&gt;Once broken, no matter how well you mend it, there's still gonna be the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;They'd be there forever no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I didn't try hard enough to maintain the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I let it get so bad to the point that we don't talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But what am I to do now?&lt;br /&gt;If she were to stand in front of me right now, I wouldn't know what to say to her too.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh. If only things went back to like before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8552670445216115698?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8552670445216115698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8552670445216115698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8552670445216115698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8552670445216115698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8E-JgnADjI/AAAAAAAAATs/2XZJ-u480hQ/s72-c/nandoislove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8889985031297045160</id><published>2008-02-24T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170266560048139810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8B6CwnADiI/AAAAAAAAATk/OldhiSpG1rA/s400/Cheerupfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8889985031297045160?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8889985031297045160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8889985031297045160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8889985031297045160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8889985031297045160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R8B6CwnADiI/AAAAAAAAATk/OldhiSpG1rA/s72-c/Cheerupfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4959251172389589249</id><published>2008-02-22T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169819097470340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R77jFAnADhI/AAAAAAAAATc/TgwUkqtI22Q/s400/Best_Friends_by_jade369.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Funny how friends say forever,&lt;br /&gt;people never seem to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to worry, told me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;you said we were best friends, it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here still pretending not to care,&lt;br /&gt;pretending I don't notice your never there.&lt;br /&gt;To have a bond like we did was amazing,&lt;br /&gt;but you picked a boy over that, over me, just replacing.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me so bad you will never know,&lt;br /&gt;and the pain I keep inside I will never show.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably see it if you just tried,&lt;br /&gt;and know how many nights I have cried.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry I'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not the one who left all my friends behind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4959251172389589249?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4959251172389589249/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7119967610128201561</id><published>2008-02-22T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:56:20.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnRjk2YmGpc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnRjk2YmGpc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/Birthday%2008/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the benefit of those who haven't gotten the photos taken on my birthday, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/Birthday%2008/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff62ac;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7119967610128201561?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7119967610128201561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7119967610128201561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7119967610128201561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7119967610128201561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-benefit-of-those-who-havent-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-298069687536080959</id><published>2008-02-21T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:01.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8C_vZdThPy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8C_vZdThPy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in advanced. As promised 2 years ago, I've played the song you wanted to hear. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169397597969845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R71jugnADVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fsk4sU1lU8E/s320/DSC04755.JPG" border="2" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I've properly updated my blog. &amp;amp; now I don't know where to begin. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a splendid birthday celebration with my close friends. Thanks to 6th aunt for helping me book the chalet. :) We went totally nuts on the first night. BBQ-ed in the rain, cutting the birthday cake &amp; not to forget, the cake-throwing. No thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; for smashing the cake right in my face. :( Nevertheless, it was crazy &amp; fun lahh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Myron&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to leave later that night but turned out that there wasn't any train by the time we reached the MRT station. So &lt;strong&gt;Myron&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; decided that they will stay the night while &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; cabbed home. =/ Sorry that you have to spend that money to cab home &amp; thanks for all your help horrr:! :)&lt;br /&gt;Went back to clean up the place abit before washing up &amp; spent the night outside chatting &amp; playing games with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MX&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Myron&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; too! &amp;amp; no thanks for not letting me drink tea! :( I could have lasted longer if I drank even that teensy bit, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. We were all totally knocked out by 4am &amp;amp; were woken up by &lt;strong&gt;Howe's&lt;/strong&gt; phone at 7. Annoying okay! We all woke up except for himself. =/ Ling, Jieying &amp;amp; Jackson left after I fell back asleep. Woke up again to send &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; off. Went to Wildwildwet with &lt;strong&gt;MX&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Myron&lt;/strong&gt; after that. Heh. Had loads of fun even though it was only the 3 of us. Played for a couple of hours then went back to bathe &amp;amp; went out for dinner again. They then left after a while, leaving me all alone to wait for &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;. :( Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; for rushing back though. &lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;Checked out &amp; headed home together the next morning. Dropped dead on my bed till night time the moment I reached home. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/2fc3d34b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/59579b20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/d79bf8f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/f61034be.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY. It was relatively boring as compared to the past few years. Don't know whether it was because of the fact that we've all grown up or what. But it doesn't seem as fun as it used to be. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we spent the first two days at Gram's house as usual. Didn't do much 'cept eating &amp; playing card games with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/d7b1da29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/d4f96fa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/f61034be.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; off at the airport on 9th Feb. Thanks &lt;b&gt;Ling&lt;/b&gt; for accompanying me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was out to Singapore early in the morning as mom dragged me over to some relatives house. Went to Ling's place to drop my things off after lunch then headed to CWP to meet &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;. Walked around for a little while then took the bus down to Changi. It took longer than expected lahh. &amp; the skytrain was so fking slow. Made me nervous for nothing. :( Sighhh. Anyway, bestie! You know I'm missing you like crazy already right?! Come back soon okay! Loveees. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Went back to T3 to have our dinner then shopped around while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt;. Ohman I'll miss that girl. I'm still trying to adapt to not having her with me in class okay! Anyhoos, hope you like those hello kitty candies I got for you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to take the train as it was the last train back. Thank God we managed to catch it. Heh. We two ladies were very kind okay. We decided to take the green line in case huairen overslept. Heh. Anyway, thanks for staying with us till so late lahh! But you better be honoured lorrr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/fc068499.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/f61034be.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of my holiday going out with &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; not forgetting that I spent my Vday with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;School's started on Monday &amp; it's as boring as it can get lah. Struggling to stay awake during the lectures as caffeine seemed to have lost its effect on me. &amp; no matter how hard I try to get my work done, I still end up falling asleep. Sighhh. I seriously need to find a way to stay awake man. Exams are nearing &amp; I seriously don't wanna fail or anything.. :( Help, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-298069687536080959?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/298069687536080959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=298069687536080959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/298069687536080959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/298069687536080959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-you-in-advanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R71jugnADVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fsk4sU1lU8E/s72-c/DSC04755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4787182637280197141</id><published>2008-02-20T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168748456612728114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R7sVVgnADTI/AAAAAAAAARs/VWDwq1DUQ7I/s320/DSC03495.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gastric's been hurting like fk for the past few days &amp;amp; I have no idea why. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;SIGH. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I absolutely hate roaches &amp;amp; lizards lahhh! They're like so.. EWW. Rawr. -runs around &amp;amp; kill all creepy crawlies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4787182637280197141?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4787182637280197141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4787182637280197141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4787182637280197141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4787182637280197141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-gastrics-been-hurting-like-fk-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R7sVVgnADTI/AAAAAAAAARs/VWDwq1DUQ7I/s72-c/DSC03495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5676708695738890742</id><published>2008-02-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:01.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166100012274289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R7GslwnADSI/AAAAAAAAARk/vrCrv98YsCc/s400/Emo10.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISSED YOU BOY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally texted you because I missed you sooo much. But yet you seem so disinterested in replying me, as usual. Why is it that no matter how hard I try, it all seems futile? Is she really that irreplaceable in your heart now? What happened to the just-for-kicks thing you said to me? Or is it because you really are as shallow as everyone made you out to be? Why does it seem like I don't know you anymore? Come back, will you? Even if it's just a simple text, I'd be happy. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5676708695738890742?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5676708695738890742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5676708695738890742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5676708695738890742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5676708695738890742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-missed-you-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R7GslwnADSI/AAAAAAAAARk/vrCrv98YsCc/s72-c/Emo10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8820187398207404849</id><published>2008-02-10T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R635gQnADRI/AAAAAAAAARc/YgrkEtnWUm8/s400/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058680273505554" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R635gAnADQI/AAAAAAAAARU/bjKW56FlOj8/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058675978538242" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINTHINT! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Valentines day coming le horrr? Any kind soul wanna get that for me ah? Hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;By the way, one is ring and the other is bracelet horrr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8820187398207404849?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8820187398207404849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8820187398207404849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8820187398207404849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8820187398207404849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehehe-any-kind-soul-wanna-get-me-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R635gQnADRI/AAAAAAAAARc/YgrkEtnWUm8/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5417154990700386412</id><published>2008-02-07T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163884069826271570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6nNM7tLGVI/AAAAAAAAARM/FguMs8srVe8/s320/DSC04545.JPG" border="2" /&gt; Happy CNY?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I don't seem to be in the mood to celebrate CNY this year. As the years go by, I seem to be less enthusiastic about celebrating it. But for some reason, this year was especially moodless. Maybe it's because of the number of friends who are flying off overseas after CNY? The feeling's horrible, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Howhowhow? I don't have the mood for CNY leh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35%;"&gt;Can't you tell that I've already fallen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5417154990700386412?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5417154990700386412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5417154990700386412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5417154990700386412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5417154990700386412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny-seriously-speaking-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6nNM7tLGVI/AAAAAAAAARM/FguMs8srVe8/s72-c/DSC04545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5913465490503827178</id><published>2008-02-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:03.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163523820854384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6iFjrtLGUI/AAAAAAAAARE/obo-uLCV0hI/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;It doesn't matter how expensive or grand the present is.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where we eat or do as long as we're spending the day together.&lt;br /&gt;But guess it's too much of a trouble for you to go a day without screaming at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard for you to compromise just this once?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forgive you for ruining my near-perfect 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I gave in. You asked for this &amp;amp; that, and I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;But all I'm asking for now, is to have peace for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, you can't give me that.&lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard, you know?&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is grit your teeth and try not to scream or scold anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to give up on everything and just ignore you totally.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really really dread having to spend any time with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not even shopping with you because of that fking horrible temper of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I don't wanna be like you, and I never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5913465490503827178?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5913465490503827178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5913465490503827178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5913465490503827178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5913465490503827178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-doesnt-matter-how-expensive-or-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6iFjrtLGUI/AAAAAAAAARE/obo-uLCV0hI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-941967690046865952</id><published>2008-01-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161298148334185698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6CdUfdXLOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wmqto8G4VyI/s400/Reach_by_prideofwinter.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; bored right now &amp;amp; there seem to be very few people online. It's not very late what, right? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been feeling really tired recently. Guess it's because I haven't really gotten much sleep the past week. The amount of school work is piling up &amp;amp; it's like neverending. I've to go for piano pratice more often due to the upcoming exams. Don't know whether I can cope with all these or not. Thank God I have 2 weeks worth of break for Chinese New Year though. Hope I could catch up on my work &amp;amp; rest during this 2 weeks... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I still managed to find some time to have a girls day out with &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;MX&lt;/strong&gt; sometime last week. Met up with the girls in town after my class in the morning &amp;amp; had lunch together. Went to walk around before settling down at Coffee Club as they wanted &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;chocolate fondue&lt;/span&gt;. Ahhh. Damn sinful, I know. But I still ate it anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Taka for a little bit more after eating before heading to Hyatt as &lt;strong&gt;MX&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to get some stuff from her friend. Turned out it was a box of chocs! &amp;amp; we did the worse thing ever! We went over to Far East &amp;amp; got ourselves some ice cream &amp;amp; drinks &amp;amp; sat just there eating, again! Damn terrible &amp;amp; sinful right?! Yes, I know. But the chocs just look damn inviting... :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161299372399865074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6CebvdXLPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pVEH-1ZF62w/s320/23012008125.jpg" border="2" /&gt; So, I think we spent at least an hour sitting there eating, chatting &amp;amp; cam-whoring? I've never taken so many pictures in such a short time, I tell you. With the same person somemore! Now I've like loads of pictures that were taken with bestfriend on that day! :] Heh. Anyway, we managed to get ourselves up to walk all the way back to Wisma before settling down at Deluxe Café. Ate a little before the girls decided to head to aunt's place to wait for Lynn's dad while &lt;strong&gt;MX&lt;/strong&gt; went home herself. Spent the rest of the night crapping with 'em while waiting for Lynn's dad. Heh. Shall not elaborate on the process as it's actually rather long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; earlier this week for lunch &amp;amp; dinner as well. Heh. Had loads of fun &amp;amp; partly it's cuz someone was in a superduper good mood lorrrr. Shopped around PS while waiting for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huairen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to have dinner. Walked all the way to Far East cuz &lt;u&gt;Ling&lt;/u&gt; wanted to look for some skirts. Went to LJS to sit while &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; had his dinner cuz he looked like he was on the verge of fainting. =x Heh. Shopped around for a bit after that. Got a new bag with Ling before heading back. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was horribly boring these two days for some reason. Was struggling to stay awake in class &amp;amp; the numerous cups of tea seem to be losing it's effect as I'm still dozing off. Or, maybe it's due to the lack of sleep. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Other than that, meeting up with &lt;strong&gt;Shumin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kav&lt;/strong&gt; after school have been fun cuz we can just crap about everything &amp;amp; stuff. :) &amp;amp; not forgetting the study sessions they're planning! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}random.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make promises when you know darn well that you'll never be able to fulfil 'em. It's seriously frustrating trying to contact you. You know, it doesn't really matter to me what you intend to do anymore. I was trying to contact you because I want to confirm the stuff with you. But instead of being polite &amp;amp; replying me, you chose to just ignore it. I let it go the first time but that doesn't mean that I'll tolerate this shit everytime. Being busy is not an excuse as all it takes is less than a minute to reply my text. If you can spend so much fking time on some other stupid stuff that involves RAT, I don't see why it's so hard to reply a simple text. It's just a yes or no question, you know? Just so you know. If you don't have the 心 to come, then don't. It doesn't really matter to me anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}}Funny how friends say forever,&lt;br /&gt;people never seem to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to worry, told me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;you said we were best friends, it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here still pretending not to care,&lt;br /&gt;pretending I don't notice your never there.&lt;br /&gt;To have a bond like we did was amazing,&lt;br /&gt;but you picked a boy over that, over me, just replacing.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me so bad you will never know,&lt;br /&gt;and the pain I keep inside I will never show.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably see it if you just tried,&lt;br /&gt;and know how many nights I have cried.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry I'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who left all my friends behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-941967690046865952?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/941967690046865952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=941967690046865952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/941967690046865952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/941967690046865952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R6CdUfdXLOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wmqto8G4VyI/s72-c/Reach_by_prideofwinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-1240494694480082597</id><published>2008-01-30T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:05.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160928957240388754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59NivdXLJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/edrGP30QpJ8/s400/DSC04222.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160928944355486850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59Nh_dXLII/AAAAAAAAAQE/FAewe10bXPs/s400/23012008155.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160929953672801442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59OcvdXLKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rzR0K1lEOjo/s400/23012008148.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160929983737572546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59OefdXLMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kEj2kVHnNVc/s400/DSC04240.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160929996622474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59OfPdXLNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/F4yEexUBfb4/s400/DSC04237.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160929962262736050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59OdPdXLLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GCMivK4a2Sc/s400/DSC04218.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Bestfriend! I'll miss you sooooo much lah! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-1240494694480082597?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1240494694480082597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=1240494694480082597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1240494694480082597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1240494694480082597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/bestfriend-ill-miss-you-sooooo-much-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R59NivdXLJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/edrGP30QpJ8/s72-c/DSC04222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4290575240239919569</id><published>2008-01-29T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:05.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160673368031571026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R55lFfdXLFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jyqkBHqCxHU/s400/Basketball_by_ozgurcanakbas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck girls! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. I'm feeling so dead now lah. Haven't really had a good sleep for a couple of nights now. Tried to make up for my lack of sleep by napping the whole Sunday afternoon but it still seems so useless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I not go to class today?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4290575240239919569?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4290575240239919569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4290575240239919569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4290575240239919569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4290575240239919569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-luck-girls-rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R55lFfdXLFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jyqkBHqCxHU/s72-c/Basketball_by_ozgurcanakbas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5042076456193196786</id><published>2008-01-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;Camwhoring is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb4fsSNXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F6U9KrpegBQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341080593347954" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb4_sSNYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B8P-U4XAqEw/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341089183282562" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb5fsSNZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nvsy6SagXTI/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341097773217170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb6PsSNaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8Jkfk89-thk/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341110658119074" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb6vsSNbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HS527phMdcA/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341119248053682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Ycf_sSNcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lO1vUmHIM2g/s400/21012008028.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158341759198180802" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5042076456193196786?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5042076456193196786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5042076456193196786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5042076456193196786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5042076456193196786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/camwhoring-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Yb4fsSNXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F6U9KrpegBQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3033012870966176171</id><published>2008-01-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156724914464634194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Bd_PsSNVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fPbzYq1ytG8/s400/gdgdfgdfgdfdf.jpg" border="2" /&gt; Pick me, choose me, love me.. Seriously! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like a walking dead person this morning. Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; for waking me up, if not I would be &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; late for class. Or worse, I might actually sleep till noon and miss class completely.&lt;br /&gt;Even thought I managed to attend today's lecture, I'm seriously quite clueless about what the lecturer's talking about. I was trying so hard not to fall asleep because he kept repeating the same thing. And it just made everything worse, considering how tired I was this morning. Even the two cups of tea I had are unless. Man, I think I'm beginning to be immune to caffeine already. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally got to see bestie after so many weeks. Ohman, I'm gonna miss that crazy girl so much lah. Don't go please? How can you bear to leave me all alone here? And why does time have to pass so quickly! Ohman ohman. -runs off &amp; cry! :(&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5C_jPsSNWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MyGOCDnJsZI/s400/Image045.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156832185567819106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}random.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I so wanna have a collection of Chopin's Nocturnes &amp; Waltzes. &amp;&amp;&amp; can anyone be so kind as to tell me where I can find the piano scores of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1? I'll be so grateful to whoever you are lah! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}} Was talking to kor today and I decided that I'm gonna ban Rat from the _____. I so don't wanna see my friends getting all pissed off because of one teensy lil' rat. So not worth it right! We'll have loads of chances to get back at her in the future. Let's just have fun and not bother about her on that day k! LOVES! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3033012870966176171?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3033012870966176171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3033012870966176171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3033012870966176171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3033012870966176171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/pick-me-choose-me-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R5Bd_PsSNVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fPbzYq1ytG8/s72-c/gdgdfgdfgdfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6888734627126188147</id><published>2008-01-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:07.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156001603317282082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R43MI_sSNSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nfmsIJLLdn0/s400/My_Diary_by_jolenex.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman. I'm like a walking zombie nowadays. &amp;amp; especially on days when I have morning classes, I'm even worst. I can't seem to get anything the lecturers are teaching in my head. Things only start to stay in my head after the break cuz that's when I get my caffeine intake. Ahhh. I don't wanna rely on caffeine mannn. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, FM classes seriously suck lah. It's bad enough I'm a walking zombie who can't seem to remember anything, the number of equations we have to remember is killer lahhh. Ahhh. But what the heck right? I'm aiming for second upper and I'll make sure I get it. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;'s enlisted into NS. Ohman, I'm missing that silly boy already. :( Come back quickly lah! You promised to bring me to see sunrise lehhh! And I can't wait to see your &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt; head. Heh =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Those invited please confirm with me which day y'all coming can? I need to order the food already. If you're coming on both days, all the better. The more the merrier mah! :] So, please please tell me real soon. There's not much time left and I seriously need to order all the food and stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}random.&lt;br /&gt;Was on the phone with &lt;strong&gt;Xuan&lt;/strong&gt; for so long just now my ears hurt lah. Hahaha. So cute lah she. Super high for some reason too. Lalala. Anyhow, I had fun chatting with her lah. Was rather down because of HIM. But thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Xuan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Sophie&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm pretty much cheered up now. Anddd. Of course, it was so sweet of 'em to want to help me &lt;em&gt;chu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;tou&lt;/em&gt;. :] I think when you two meet each other on my birthday, might end up as good friends man! Heh. LOVES lah! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6888734627126188147?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6888734627126188147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6888734627126188147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6888734627126188147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6888734627126188147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohman.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R43MI_sSNSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nfmsIJLLdn0/s72-c/My_Diary_by_jolenex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-9119642264976123225</id><published>2008-01-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:08.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;/edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154600855568266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R4jSKvsSNRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Jnyg45QKlKw/s400/peiwan%26me.jpg" border="2" /&gt; So, I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of days ago. I seriously miss that girl okay! Can't believe that she's leaving in less than a month's time. Oh man Peiwan, don't go please! I'll miss you so much lah. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, had fun while with her that day. Went to school early in the morning and then to ICA before heading to town. Ate &amp; walked around before slacking at some place in Cineleisure. Camwhored and talked. I think we were there for a couple of hours, lah. Ahhhh well, I hope that we can go out and play again sometime soon alright! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154600834093430018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R4jSJfsSNQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/epSw17_i2WA/s400/ling%26me.jpg" border="2" /&gt; Was out with &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; on Thursday with the intention of buying some new clothes for CNY. Oh, and not forgetting the shoes! We walked around for hours, but in the end, I still didn't manage to buy anything. Ahhh. So frustrating, you know? Think I'll go out to shop again sometime next week. :(&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; after that cuz she happened to be at PS as well. Her cousin came after her hair cut then they had dinner while I drank and ate a little. Shopped around after that then headed to TCC to slack. Had a fun time chatting and camwhoring with them. But fun time all pass by really fast and soon we were on the cab heading home. Ahhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I called you and demanded to know who am I to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your answer was, "part-time girlfriend".&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being angry, I couldn't help smiling at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-9119642264976123225?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/9119642264976123225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=9119642264976123225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/9119642264976123225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/9119642264976123225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-called-you-and-demanded-to-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R4jSKvsSNRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Jnyg45QKlKw/s72-c/peiwan%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4186192187827317132</id><published>2008-01-06T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:09.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519869368415458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R33gBvsSNOI/AAAAAAAAANw/cF_r_i9bvTM/s400/Family07.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519882253317362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R33gCfsSNPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MpS4_jUGCvo/s400/Friends07.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back.. 2007 wasn't really that interesting a year. Don't know whether it is because we've all grown up or what, but it doesn't seem as fun anymore. I can't say it's been a bad year, but neither is it that good with all those unhappy things happening. Nevertheless, there are some really fun times spent with my friends. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I had a splendid birthday celebration with a bunch of buddies at Sentosa. Although there were conflicts after it lah. I still enjoyed it with every single one of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I went back to learning piano. I took my theory exam and did super well. And I tried performing in a mini concert. It was fulfilling because I never thought that I would dare to go up the stage and perform. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I got together with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Even if it was just 4 months, it was filled with happy memories. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I finally did my PBM remodule and made a couple of really great friends! And not to forget, I finally passed it! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I started working! It's like, I've only did my first part-time job when I'm 18 lah! Quite pathetic lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I made tonnes of great friends! From school and through friends. Never thought the antisocial Sandy would make anymore new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I spent an awesome Xmas eve with a bunch of buddies and it's by far the most fun-filled Xmas eve ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/ff194b1b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; And finally, my degree classes started already so it's back to school for me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/f61034be.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were ups and downs throughout the year. But thankfully, I have a bunch of good friends who were there for me. Be it friends whom I see every other day, or friends who I only see once in a while. Thank you guys for being there and supporting me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/77c347be.png" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lynette.&lt;/strong&gt; Although we're like a zillions miles apart, you were always there for me. No matter what happened, it's like I can always count on you. It's our 13th year knowing each other. That's like really really long you know. It's weird, seeing how our characters are so different. But yet, we managed to stay the best of friends all these years. We had our quarrels and conflicts but we always manage to solve them. It's heartbreaking to know that you're leaving in a month's time. You know. I really wonder why time passes by so fast at times. You know how much I hate to adapt to changes. So I'm wondering, what I'm gonna do when you fly off. I've no one to nag and lecture me anymore. I can't call you and whine like I do now because it's gonna be so expensive calling to Aussie lahhh. Seriously man. Throughout the whole 10 years in Primary and Secondary school. I've always taken you for granted. Never would I have thought that we'll be so far apart. We used to have plans to continue studying together and stuff. So the feeling of going separate ways sucks. But nevertheless. I hope you'll do well in everything over there. And that you'll come back soon alright! Don't worry. I will never forget you. :) But if you do forget me, I'll fly there and kick you in the ass alright! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/77c347be.png" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ling&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Ying&lt;/b&gt;. Thank you both, for being my pillar of strength all these while. If it weren't for the two of you, I don't know what I'd be like right now. Although we haven't been going out like we used to in the past, I'm sure things would still be in same in all our hearts. Misunderstandings and conflicts are inevitable in any form of relationships. We've managed to stay strong and overcome so much throughout these two years. I'm sure we can overcome anything in the future as well. We've made promises to each other and I really hope that they can be fulfilled. No matter how long it takes, I hope that we can fulfil the promises we made. Things change, people change, but our friendship will never change right? If it were to change, it's gonna be for the better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/77c347be.png" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sophie&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;. My darling sister and my hon. Always cracking the dumbest jokes to cheer me up. We can talk about anything under the sun. From guys to the most random things ever. When the J&amp;amp;C thing happened, it showed us how much we value our friendship. Thank you two darlings for being there all this while. We've only known each other for about 2 years? But it feels like I've known you girls for so long. We seem to know how each other are feeling everytime. It's a nice feeling, really. Well. Just know that no matter what, we'll always be there for each other, right! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/77c347be.png" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mag&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mingxuan&lt;/strong&gt;. Buddies who were there for me everytime I'm down. Although we don't see each other as much as we used to, everytime I'm down, you guys are always there for me. Be it listening to my problems or giving me advices, you guys never fail to cheer me up. Thank you guys, so much. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/041a07f5.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Howe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt;. My three closest buddies! Thank you guys! Always having to listen to me whine about this and that but never complaining about it one bit. I've always thought that guys and girls cannot be just close friends. Cuz any closer than friends, would be you-know-what. Heh. Never have I thought that I would have such close guy friends. The advices all of you gave gives me a different view on things. They "open" up my eyes, like, they make me see things that I don't normally see lah! Omg. I don't know what I'm saying. Anyhoos, thank you guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/041a07f5.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Cher&lt;/strong&gt;. My two entertainers! One huairen and one uncle. :) Thanks huairen for staying up later than you plan to at night just to entertain me. Heh. Andd, must smile hor! As for Cher, thank you for everything. Some things will never change. I'll never forget the Cher that made me blush like mad 6 years ago. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some friends whom I don't see or talk to often, but when we talk, we really talk alot. Be it Primary or Secondary school friends, I'm really happy that we're still so close despite not contacting for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you &lt;strong&gt;Tiffany&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Louis&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we don't see or talk to each other much in the past, when we talk, I feel like I could tell you guys anything. It's weird lah. Cuz we don't usually talk much. In fact, we don't talk at all. Until recently when we started contacting again, we shared so much secret and things. We talked like we've been there all this while. I'm so glad to still be so close to my ex schoolmates. I've never been one to maintain a friendship, especially one where I don't see or talk to that person in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you all. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4186192187827317132?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4186192187827317132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4186192187827317132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4186192187827317132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4186192187827317132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R33gBvsSNOI/AAAAAAAAANw/cF_r_i9bvTM/s72-c/Family07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4823472857410461329</id><published>2008-01-03T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:11.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150542948992169074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3pnhfsSNHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k7U1upUs9AI/s400/Image049.jpg" border="2" /&gt; Happy happy new year everyone! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I'm finally blogging again after so long. Heh. Well, life's as boring as it can get. School's started as well and I'm always rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, was out on xmas eve with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Peggy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Henry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; and his gf. Had loads of fun during dinner and when we were over at PS. But it's kinda disppointing that we all ended the fun so early. Alright. Maybe it wasn't THAT early. But then again. It's xmas eve. =/&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. It was fun while it lasted. Just hope that we could all  meet up and have fun &lt;u&gt;soon&lt;/u&gt;. Heh. Anddd. Thanks for the presents and cards eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150881980825613442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3ub3vsSNII/AAAAAAAAANA/qLX8M54kN7g/s400/xmaseve.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882487631754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3ucVPsSNJI/AAAAAAAAANI/nRW27jkteNU/s400/xmaseve2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas was as usual. Spent it over at aunt's place. Did the usual things like had lunch, cutting of birthday cake for &lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; and aunt then opening of presents. Was surprised I even got any this year. :) Spent the rest of the day sleeping though. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3uhpPsSNKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4ZQEu9S2RyM/s400/xmas.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150888328787276962" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3uhpvsSNLI/AAAAAAAAANY/at1XS_y9Lvs/s400/xmas2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150888337377211570" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3uhqPsSNMI/AAAAAAAAANg/XFl7LV_S1rs/s400/xmas3.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150888345967146178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/f61034be.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year eve was also spent with the family. It's just that we have this thing every new year eve where all of us prepare something then we'll all have supper together before the countdown starts. Used to think it's a bored but come to think of it, it's a pretty good way for the whole family to bond. Had loads of fun with cousins and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update a post about all my buddies and friends and of the ups and downs in 2007. Cheers everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall end the post with my smiley!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3uobvsSNNI/AAAAAAAAANo/oAH6k4ox_NI/s400/Image047.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150895793440437458" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4823472857410461329?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4823472857410461329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4823472857410461329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4823472857410461329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4823472857410461329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-happy-new-year-everyone-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R3pnhfsSNHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k7U1upUs9AI/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8043572263919119200</id><published>2007-12-17T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144614906281210978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R2VX__sSNGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kfo_C7lXjIA/s400/DSCN2428.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having to go back to school and making new friends in class is like &lt;em&gt;!@#$%&lt;/em&gt; lah. Somehow, I have a feeling that the students in the Accts &amp; Finance class will be like the nerds compared to the other courses. Oh man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Happy 18th Birthday to my dearest &lt;strong&gt;Lynette&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8043572263919119200?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8043572263919119200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8043572263919119200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8043572263919119200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8043572263919119200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R2VX__sSNGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kfo_C7lXjIA/s72-c/DSCN2428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6187267314411987123</id><published>2007-12-11T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people :]&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my two darlings a couple of days ago. Yep. Had loads of fun but I'm too lazy to blog. So I'll just upload the photos that we took that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R11hUCEGu7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DbeJwi2NNZA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142373346306341810" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R11lgiEGu8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/6WcRIOdpLEo/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142377959101217730" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R11mfyEGu9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QFHI5iobhMQ/s400/DSC03899.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142379045727943634" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6187267314411987123?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6187267314411987123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6187267314411987123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6187267314411987123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6187267314411987123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-people-went-out-with-my-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R11hUCEGu7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DbeJwi2NNZA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-1744821948416832767</id><published>2007-12-05T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:13.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1V2jkhV83I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e-3i49CfrVA/s400/DSC01843s.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140144903184315250" /&gt; The pain hidden behind that smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-1744821948416832767?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1744821948416832767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=1744821948416832767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1744821948416832767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1744821948416832767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/pain-hidden-behind-that-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1V2jkhV83I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/e-3i49CfrVA/s72-c/DSC01843s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6532011343997597900</id><published>2007-12-03T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:13.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1Ljx0hV82I/AAAAAAAAAMI/jd_CbrUSwCs/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139420569834746722" /&gt; Can't I even have some time alone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babygirl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone trying to drive me mad? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6532011343997597900?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6532011343997597900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6532011343997597900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6532011343997597900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6532011343997597900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-i-even-have-some-time-alone-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1Ljx0hV82I/AAAAAAAAAMI/jd_CbrUSwCs/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5984642665382179770</id><published>2007-12-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139048320724235090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1GROEhV81I/AAAAAAAAAMA/A52lIT6eUoU/s400/PROP071128-51-Liverpool_Porto.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/amg83ds/petition.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Click HERE for the online petition for Rafa to stay in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please help out! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5984642665382179770?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5984642665382179770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5984642665382179770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5984642665382179770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5984642665382179770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/click-here-for-online-petition-for-rafa.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1GROEhV81I/AAAAAAAAAMA/A52lIT6eUoU/s72-c/PROP071128-51-Liverpool_Porto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7845330353023416423</id><published>2007-12-02T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:15.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138940710318633730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1EvWUhV8wI/AAAAAAAAALY/P0yaWEaUtZM/s400/No_you__re_not_by_SilentScreamJud.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I can be a bitch at times. Hate me for all I care. Nothing's gonna change the fact that you're an ass. I'm not her. Neither am I gonna lower myself to her level. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I've finally met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday! Met her at Northpoint because I had the intention of looking &lt;strong&gt;Huat&lt;/strong&gt; up but apparently, he's busy working. :(&lt;br /&gt;Went back to her place to change then went rollerblading at the void deck. Rollerblading is soooo not nice alright. :( It was so hard lahhhh. I was like, screaming like crazy most of the time. Hahaha. But we had still had fun! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138949154224337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1E3B0hV8xI/AAAAAAAAALg/83gjlYNpYFI/s400/LINGQING.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to get some stuff then went out again to get some water colour then went to the study corner to play with some clay stuff? Got our hands all dirtyyy but the things we made are like super cute lahhh. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1E4uEhV8yI/AAAAAAAAALo/VGq63bhpMWQ/s400/DSC03702.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138951013945176866" /&gt; I suddenly feel like such a kid. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Had some food at her place before walking to CWP. Walked around to look for her prom stuff then slacked at Mos and camwhored abit. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1E6PEhV8zI/AAAAAAAAALw/CJ44YGA3WwE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138952680392487730" /&gt; Went to play at the arcade then left for the pasar malam outside. The day seemed to have passed by in the blink of an eye. Arghhh. Made me realised that I haven't had such fun in ages. Hmm... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Zinette&lt;/strong&gt; for a little while on Wednesday as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1E6_khV80I/AAAAAAAAAL4/UHvOAnLT4So/s400/DSC03658.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138953513616143170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! I still have tonnes of people to meet up with.. So much to do yet so little time lahhhh. =/ Andddd. I wanna go see my sunrise as well. &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; told he'll go with me. But I have a feeling he's not gonna be able to last till 6am. Hahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7845330353023416423?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7845330353023416423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7845330353023416423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7845330353023416423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7845330353023416423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-be-bitch-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R1EvWUhV8wI/AAAAAAAAALY/P0yaWEaUtZM/s72-c/No_you__re_not_by_SilentScreamJud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2497778918939064678</id><published>2007-11-28T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:15.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137562530490622642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0xJ5slAIrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IfOy4LXj034/s400/Kisses3.jpg" border="2" /&gt;It's all &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. :]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not a total &lt;b&gt;slut&lt;/b&gt; like she is. I don't throw myself at guys hoping to seduce them with &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt;. I don't get wasted outside on purpose. In fact. I don't get wasted outside at all. Maybe she likes the feeling of getting groped by guys? I don't know. I mean. How many girls do we know dares to go to the extend like she does? None.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is, she don't have the looks at all. It's no wonder she would resort to such &lt;s&gt;dirty&lt;/s&gt; methods to get guys.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Just so you know. I've a long line of people hoping to give her a slap for being such a slut and disgracing us women. She should be thankful that I told them all not to bother and saved her sorry ass.&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I'm a total bitch. That's just what I am. I've beared with it long enough and I'm not gonna bear with it anymore. Just blame yourself for not being there when I needed you even though you said you would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2497778918939064678?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2497778918939064678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2497778918939064678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2497778918939064678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2497778918939064678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0xJ5slAIrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IfOy4LXj034/s72-c/Kisses3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6941285397472608264</id><published>2007-11-26T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated daddy and &lt;s&gt;second aunt's&lt;/s&gt; birthday today. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136820957142327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0mncclAImI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eCKvhYbrBpQ/s400/1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136821524078010994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0mn9clAInI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nhOiwPNfyfA/s400/2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0msTslAIqI/AAAAAAAAALI/fet1KxiJv4s/s400/3.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136826304376611490" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136822864107807378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0mpLclAIpI/AAAAAAAAALA/O6kdiGzyy-0/s400/4.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun with cousins and camwhored like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;There are other photos that I didn't upload.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload part of the rest when &lt;strong&gt;Bree&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&gt; send me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;K&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Stop watching the show and entertain me lah! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6941285397472608264?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6941285397472608264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6941285397472608264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6941285397472608264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6941285397472608264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/celebrated-daddy-and-second-aunts.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0mncclAImI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eCKvhYbrBpQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2074593297649390850</id><published>2007-11-24T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:17.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0b9GclAIlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t5kPyRSMd18/s400/Breakdown.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136070712255062610" /&gt; I guess it shows how much we meant to each other - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's no longer the same no matter how well we piece it together.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2074593297649390850?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2074593297649390850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2074593297649390850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2074593297649390850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2074593297649390850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-it-shows-how-much-we-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0b9GclAIlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t5kPyRSMd18/s72-c/Breakdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4045630259199526971</id><published>2007-11-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:17.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598845673087554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0VP8MlAIkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DMK7v0OWUAs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enough of that &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;slut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She push me further and it's gonna be a slap for her.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, mei and I were like joking about her being a slut and throwing herself at guys.&lt;br /&gt;But it's starting to get annoying.&lt;br /&gt;And it's seriously pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh. Enough of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4045630259199526971?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4045630259199526971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4045630259199526971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4045630259199526971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4045630259199526971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-enough-of-that-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0VP8MlAIkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DMK7v0OWUAs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6922771441880808667</id><published>2007-11-19T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:17.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zLD32q9Mtk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zLD32q9Mtk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想问你对我到底有没有动心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I can't believe I let &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; persuade me to create a &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; account. =/&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta admit, it's pretty cute lah. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Celebrated cousin's birthday over at Gram's today. Had loads of fun lah. Didn't take much pictures as we were all busy barbequing for the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0B5-clAIjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fySSFz1IgxA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134237688932606514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time for bed. I've loads of tutoring to do tmr! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6922771441880808667?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6922771441880808667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6922771441880808667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6922771441880808667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6922771441880808667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R0B5-clAIjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fySSFz1IgxA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5895077678930505962</id><published>2007-11-19T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:34:19.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovHs2VdksDc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovHs2VdksDc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;能感觉你手很暖和&lt;br /&gt;能感觉你是特别的&lt;br /&gt;当我的手被你牵着&lt;br /&gt;在街头在风中放纵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随你到世界最尽头&lt;br /&gt;随你上山去放烟火&lt;br /&gt;当你唱着生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;我感动你让我受宠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不再怕什么躲什么&lt;br /&gt;我只想知道你在想什么&lt;br /&gt;请贴近我的心贴近我的耳朵&lt;br /&gt;听你轻轻的轻轻的轻轻的说&lt;br /&gt;到底我是你的什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不再怕什么躲什么&lt;br /&gt;我只想知道你爱不爱我&lt;br /&gt;现在我安静的贴在你的胸口&lt;br /&gt;等你说听你说说爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我肯定你是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;我肯定你是认真的&lt;br /&gt;你会爱我天长地久&lt;br /&gt;这世界为我们祝贺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不再怕什么躲什么&lt;br /&gt;我只想知道你在想什么&lt;br /&gt;请贴近我的心贴近我的耳朵&lt;br /&gt;听你轻轻的轻轻的轻轻的说&lt;br /&gt;到底我是你的什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说爱我(怕什么躲什么)&lt;br /&gt;怕什么(我只想知道你爱不爱我)&lt;br /&gt;现在我安静的贴在你的胸口&lt;br /&gt;等你说听你说说爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5895077678930505962?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5895077678930505962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5895077678930505962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5895077678930505962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5895077678930505962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6402996445444470528</id><published>2007-11-18T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:18.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133861217869242914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rz8jk8lAIiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ONzk1vcR3c8/s400/Friends_forever____by_spliffy.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm "tearing" for the dumbest reasons.&lt;br /&gt;For things that won't happen till at least 3 months later.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't help being upset anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish time won't go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; how I hope that the 8th and 9th of Febuary won't come.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I seriously think I'm falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone save me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy birthday cousin. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6402996445444470528?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6402996445444470528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6402996445444470528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6402996445444470528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6402996445444470528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-tearing-for-dumbest-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rz8jk8lAIiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ONzk1vcR3c8/s72-c/Friends_forever____by_spliffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8941031047110422146</id><published>2007-11-18T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:43:19.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6rl0Kqo7TA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6rl0Kqo7TA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚上很开心有个梦&lt;br /&gt;这个梦日日夜夜在心中&lt;br /&gt;我撑开一把雨伞&lt;br /&gt;展现我的勇敢&lt;br /&gt;陪你走过热闹街头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你突然握着了我的手&lt;br /&gt;你一定感觉到我的颤抖&lt;br /&gt;在耳边小声说话&lt;br /&gt;说你心中的话&lt;br /&gt;原来这是心有灵犀一点通&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;要打电话给你&lt;br /&gt;可是我的勇敢只在我梦里&lt;br /&gt;和你去看电影&lt;br /&gt;一起唱ktv&lt;br /&gt;我的世界就更明亮&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;如果你会答应&lt;br /&gt;我会试着实现梦里的情境&lt;br /&gt;拥抱你在街上&lt;br /&gt;不怕别人眼光&lt;br /&gt;你是我永远的梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你突然握着了我的手&lt;br /&gt;你一定感觉到我的颤抖&lt;br /&gt;在耳边小声说话&lt;br /&gt;说你心中的话&lt;br /&gt;原来这是心有灵犀一点通&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;要打电话给你&lt;br /&gt;可是我的勇敢只在我梦里&lt;br /&gt;和你去看电影&lt;br /&gt;一起唱ktv&lt;br /&gt;我的世界就更明亮&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;如果你会答应&lt;br /&gt;我会试着实现梦里的情境&lt;br /&gt;拥抱你在街上&lt;br /&gt;不怕别人眼光&lt;br /&gt;你是我永远的梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;要打电话给你&lt;br /&gt;可是我的勇敢只在我梦里&lt;br /&gt;和你去看电影&lt;br /&gt;一起唱ktv&lt;br /&gt;我的世界就更明亮&lt;br /&gt;现在很想见你&lt;br /&gt;如果你会答应&lt;br /&gt;我会试着实现梦里的情境&lt;br /&gt;拥抱你在街上&lt;br /&gt;不怕别人眼光&lt;br /&gt;你是我永远的梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱你在街上&lt;br /&gt;不怕别人眼光&lt;br /&gt;你是我永远的梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的很想见你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I feel so safe in your arms that I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid it meant nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. I've really fallen for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8941031047110422146?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8941031047110422146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8941031047110422146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8941031047110422146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8941031047110422146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/ktv-ktv-ktv-i-feel-so-safe-in-your-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4807839288066591308</id><published>2007-11-17T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:18.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133428152021819922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rz2ZtMlAIhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RrPhxCvzBpk/s400/CoLoRcLaSh_EmObItCh_by_Rimfrost.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;My gastric's hurting like hell.&lt;br /&gt;But I have no appetite at all.&lt;br /&gt;The food I ate can't seem to stay down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I'm running a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for not using an umbrella when it was drizzling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4807839288066591308?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4807839288066591308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4807839288066591308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4807839288066591308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4807839288066591308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-feeling-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rz2ZtMlAIhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RrPhxCvzBpk/s72-c/CoLoRcLaSh_EmObItCh_by_Rimfrost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8348709868706384348</id><published>2007-11-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129002962978911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Ry3hBSxIszI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nzdJA5g_Kv8/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One word to describe it all - betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8348709868706384348?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8348709868706384348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8348709868706384348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8348709868706384348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8348709868706384348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-word-to-describe-it-all-betrayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Ry3hBSxIszI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nzdJA5g_Kv8/s72-c/DSC01060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7675176416604252078</id><published>2007-11-04T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:25:04.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does the phrase 'friends forever' mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I bother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling things to someone, who doesn't seem to give a crap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling miserable for hiding things from them.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find myself telling them things because they're not caring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being excessively sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a fact that we all can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we all don't care what happens to each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to those who talked to me and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Sophie sister, Peiwan, Mag, MX, Howe, Myron, Jeff and Amos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you buddies for being there for me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once, I don't have the confidence to fight for it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7675176416604252078?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7675176416604252078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7675176416604252078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7675176416604252078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7675176416604252078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-does-phrase-friends-forever-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5253929624721743461</id><published>2007-11-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128636469124576034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RyyTsixIsyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bUn_pgVcHPY/s400/Emo6.jpg" border="2" /&gt;I feel so alone all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the verge of slapping my lil' retarded cousin just now. He was seriously testing my patience, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;We were all sitting there, watching the &lt;u&gt;ManU-Arsenal&lt;/u&gt; match. Then suddenly. Fabregas scored for Arsenal. I couldn't help cheering cuz dad actually did bet on Arsenal. And knowing that &lt;strong&gt;Ming&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; are both hoping ManU would win, insults from them are expected lah. Then, &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; started hurling insults, directed at me cuz I'm a Fabregas fan. Fine, I kept quiet. He decided that he could go a step further and starting hurling more insults about other things. Then, my aunt, a diehard Arsenal fan came. He started hurling new insults directed to my aunt, when my aunt didn't even say a word. And somehow, her silence meant more insults for him and he continued, till she left.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I would have given him another tight slap on his face if not for his mom. Argh. Why do such people exist in the world ah? They make themselves seem so stupid and all. And they make me wanna just beat the crap outta 'em. Argh. Whatever lah. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5253929624721743461?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5253929624721743461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5253929624721743461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5253929624721743461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5253929624721743461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-so-alone-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RyyTsixIsyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bUn_pgVcHPY/s72-c/Emo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3259907933703376616</id><published>2007-11-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:51:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTP1eNl7tRE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTP1eNl7tRE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我放弃了, 我真的放弃了.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;这些日子里，我真的想了很多。&lt;br /&gt;放弃你应该是最好的选择吧。&lt;br /&gt;反正你对我只是普通朋友的想法而已。&lt;br /&gt;我何必去想那么多呢？&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我好旧没有这种感觉了。&lt;br /&gt;但竟然没缘，那就算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;就当作什么事都没发生过，好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们就各自回到属于自己的世界吧。&lt;br /&gt;能认识你已经很不错了。&lt;br /&gt;我也不要求太多了。&lt;br /&gt;谢谢您一直在我身边陪着我度过那些不愉快的时光。&lt;br /&gt;真的，谢谢。&lt;br /&gt;对不起我还是选择了放弃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3259907933703376616?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3259907933703376616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3259907933703376616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3259907933703376616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3259907933703376616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8188697946699224644</id><published>2007-11-02T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:19.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127896158496666386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RynyYyxIsxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SapCG1wP7OQ/s400/DSC00327.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey besties! Best of luck for your A levels! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8188697946699224644?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8188697946699224644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8188697946699224644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8188697946699224644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8188697946699224644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-besties-best-of-luck-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RynyYyxIsxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SapCG1wP7OQ/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3560655825309137578</id><published>2007-10-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:45:26.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCFcM1254wY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCFcM1254wY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;突然发现站了好久&lt;br /&gt;不知道要往哪走&lt;br /&gt;还不想回家的我&lt;br /&gt;再多人陪只会更寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多话题关于我&lt;br /&gt;就连我也有听过&lt;br /&gt;我的快乐要被认可&lt;br /&gt;委屈却没有人诉说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜把心洋葱般剥落&lt;br /&gt;拿掉防卫剩下什么&lt;br /&gt;为什么脆弱时候&lt;br /&gt;想你更多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多好多的话想对你说&lt;br /&gt;悬着一颗心没着落&lt;br /&gt;要怎么附和&lt;br /&gt;舍不得又无可奈何&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;会不会相信我&lt;br /&gt;对流言会附和&lt;br /&gt;还是你知道我还是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;懂我的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;许多话题关于我&lt;br /&gt;就连我也有听过&lt;br /&gt;我想我宁可都沉默&lt;br /&gt;其实反而显得做作&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜把心洋葱般剥落&lt;br /&gt;拿掉防卫剩下什么&lt;br /&gt;为什么脆弱时候&lt;br /&gt;想你更多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多好多的话想对你说&lt;br /&gt;悬着一颗心没着落&lt;br /&gt;要怎么附和&lt;br /&gt;舍不得又无可奈何&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;会不会相信我&lt;br /&gt;对流言会附和&lt;br /&gt;还是你知道我还是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;懂我的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也听说&lt;br /&gt;有没有想过我&lt;br /&gt;想普通交朋友&lt;br /&gt;还是你依然会心疼我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞才明白了许多&lt;br /&gt;冷漠的人就你一个&lt;br /&gt;想到你想起我&lt;br /&gt;胸口依然温柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你想起我&lt;br /&gt;你会想到什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/Divider55.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate on my studies at all.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's filled with you, it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do, is have you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Asking me how things are, saying how much you miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3560655825309137578?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3560655825309137578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3560655825309137578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3560655825309137578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3560655825309137578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-to-admit-it-but-i-miss-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-590067890175439144</id><published>2007-10-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122663663011309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RxdbdeGXKNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4-FpiYZ1vys/s400/Image023.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Teach me to stop caring&lt;br /&gt;When I think of what we were&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to stop crying&lt;br /&gt;When I see you there with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live again&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to fight the fact&lt;br /&gt;That we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;And my life will be okay&lt;br /&gt;Without you right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;To hold my hand each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let these teardrops wash away&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this heartbreak last&lt;br /&gt;Let me let go like you did&lt;br /&gt;For you've forgotten me so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-590067890175439144?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/590067890175439144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=590067890175439144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/590067890175439144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/590067890175439144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/teach-me-to-stop-caring-when-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RxdbdeGXKNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4-FpiYZ1vys/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2852455283356447187</id><published>2007-10-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:20.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwuJ8-GXKMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GQT4X-SwxOQ/s400/Heart_Break_by_pange.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119337081991538882" /&gt;At night I lay and think of you hoping my wishes and dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;At night I wonder can this be the end is this all that's left&lt;br /&gt;At night I wish we could go to the way things were&lt;br /&gt;At night I lay and cry about the things that happened and how it all ended&lt;br /&gt;At night I lay and think of us, I mean you and I&lt;br /&gt;At night I realize there's no more us&lt;br /&gt;At night I dream of us together again&lt;br /&gt;At night I wish for us to be together again&lt;br /&gt;But in the morning I realize it was all&lt;br /&gt;At night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2852455283356447187?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2852455283356447187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2852455283356447187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2852455283356447187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2852455283356447187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-night-i-lay-and-think-of-you-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwuJ8-GXKMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GQT4X-SwxOQ/s72-c/Heart_Break_by_pange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-269508460297449365</id><published>2007-10-07T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RweVDeGXKKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FevaEYSwQmA/s400/fuck_you_by_PinkDancerLS87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118223388381751458" border="2" /&gt; Whao. Look who's talking lah. I wonder who's the one living in self-denial can. All this while, &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; were the one who was living in self-denial. Thinking that the world revolves around you, thinking that you own your friends. Wake up, woman. You suck like shit and you know it. No one is claiming to be your friend. So stop being such an ass and get yer fucking facts right. Stop your shits because unlike you, people can still study hard and do well for the upcoming exam. _l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-269508460297449365?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/269508460297449365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=269508460297449365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/269508460297449365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/269508460297449365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/whao.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RweVDeGXKKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FevaEYSwQmA/s72-c/fuck_you_by_PinkDancerLS87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4887383694810516588</id><published>2007-10-06T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:21.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwXSgeGXKJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yMguQrCZtJM/s400/I+want+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117728006853830802" border="0" /&gt; Our love have flowed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow aliens! Haa! I've just came back from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo-land&lt;/span&gt;. Feeling so blardy emo these days for some reason. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I've had a pretty slack week due to the self-declared break that I gave myself. I've been so busy the past weeks I'm feeling so suffocated. Rawr. Decided to take a week's break and enjoy myself. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out early on Monday morning to go to school to get some stuff done. Went to town to get my things before meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; for lunch at TPY. Chatted about many things and  her lunchbreak was soon over. Sent her up to her office then made my way to CWP to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mingxuan&lt;/span&gt; as I haven't seen her in ages. Woo. She look the same alright. :] Chat and walked around before meeting mom, dad and bro for dinner at CrystalJade. Shopped for a while afterwards and went back to JB.&lt;br /&gt;Got up early Tuesday morning to tutor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En&lt;/span&gt; before going to the office. Slacked around before going for my piano lesson. It was pretty alright lah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/span&gt; made me do the sight-reading thingy and I seriously suck at it lah. Hahaa. Guess I'll need more practice... :( Didn't tutor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt; that day because his piano teacher was late that day and by the time his lesson end, it'll be kinda late already. Ended up going out for dinner with mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out early on Wednesday morning to drop my things off at aunt's place before meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt; in town. Woo. Shopped around and I bought two dresses. Hahaa. They're of the same design actually, just different colours! :D We shopped from Wisma to Paragon and back to Taka again. Stopping at Paragon for lunch before resuming our shopping at Taka. Stopped at coffee bean to have some drinks and to rest a while before heading up to Best Denki to look at the digital pianos. Woo. I was like testing out the pianos and I was so tempted to get one for myself too. Went home to rest after that. Went out to meet him at PS to go piano-hunting later at night because the Yamaha there is pretty big? The place is huge, to be exact. Imagine &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ten&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; grand pianos right in the middle and tonnes of the normal pianos that we have. It's like, a piano haven lahhhh! Tried more pianos before leaving to check out the drum sets and had dinner after that. Caught "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry&lt;/span&gt;" after dinner. The movie is good lah. It's pretty funny. Heh. :] It was like, 11 something by the time the movie ended? Went to take the bus back to aunt's place. Not bad lah. I reached home within 30 minutes, and that's including the time I waited for the darn bus. Bathed and did my PBM assignment within one hour and went to bed. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I managed to crawl out of bed at 0730 on Thursday morning. Somehow. No one called me, neither did my alarm ring. Check my assignment for careless mistakes for the last time before showering and went upstairs for breakfast. Left the house at 0845 and I ended up being late again. I managed to print my things out and handed them in to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kwan&lt;/span&gt; during breaktime. I wanted to leave but he refused to tell me where the attendance is so I ended up staying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt; came and we crapped throughout the lesson. Stayed back for a little while in school with him, chatting and stuff. Went to the SSU to check whether my letter's ready then left for woodlands. Got my things at CWP then left to go back to JB. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and her friends on my way out of CWP. Heh. It was nice seeing you hon. :] Dad got the driver to come pick me up after that. =/ Rushed to the bank to sign some things before heading back to the office. Had dinner with mom and dad after that. Woo. I've such a boring life. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather boring as well cuz I had to wake up early in the morning to tutor En. It was pretty fun, compared to the past week lessons. She seems to have warmed up to me already. Hah. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to rest a while before mom and dad came to pick me up for lunch. Came back to the office after that...... :]&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. That's about all that have happened the past few days. Yes, I am so boring, so dead. Hah. I'm trying to make my life interesting mannnnn. I hope so lah. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I think I've fallen for you bit by bit. You're so near yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4887383694810516588?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4887383694810516588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4887383694810516588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4887383694810516588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4887383694810516588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-love-have-flowed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwXSgeGXKJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yMguQrCZtJM/s72-c/I+want+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3812927106032724850</id><published>2007-10-06T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwW45eGXKII/AAAAAAAAAI0/mepAxn8sYSU/s400/Love+stain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117699849048238210" border="0" /&gt;I waited for your love in hope,&lt;br /&gt;That ours would come again,&lt;br /&gt;And make me feel the things I felt,&lt;br /&gt;When we were one, back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time and distance have erased,&lt;br /&gt;The things I wished anew,&lt;br /&gt;And now I find myself alone,&lt;br /&gt;Though I am here with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that does not touch,&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that gives you pain.&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that makes you run,&lt;br /&gt;And makes you lost out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to another world,&lt;br /&gt;Out far beyond the one we knew,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could live again,&lt;br /&gt;And now I find I'm back with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what of hearts that beat as one,&lt;br /&gt;And what of passion and embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask of you,&lt;br /&gt;To make these tears of mine erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that does not touch,&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that gives you pain.&lt;br /&gt;What good is love, that makes you run,&lt;br /&gt;And makes you lost out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too painful this - to journey back,&lt;br /&gt;To times of love and laughter free,&lt;br /&gt;The times we lay together with&lt;br /&gt;A sense of you , a sense of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I journey on alone,&lt;br /&gt;Forever wandering, in my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And I shall ask you once again,&lt;br /&gt;What good is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3812927106032724850?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3812927106032724850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3812927106032724850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3812927106032724850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3812927106032724850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-waited-for-your-love-in-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RwW45eGXKII/AAAAAAAAAI0/mepAxn8sYSU/s72-c/Love+stain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-1242669512576401676</id><published>2007-10-01T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv_S2eGXKGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gh5148s3fE4/s400/i_love_you___by_simplicityxii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039534950688866" border="2" /&gt;If I could dream at night&lt;br /&gt;and if those dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;I would force myself to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;so i could dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wishes were given to lonely people&lt;br /&gt;and if I were given just two&lt;br /&gt;I would wish that you would always love me&lt;br /&gt;the other I would give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my tears could write love songs&lt;br /&gt;before my tears were through&lt;br /&gt;you would know just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;and how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dreams are for dreamers&lt;br /&gt;and wishes seldom come true&lt;br /&gt;my tears do not write love songs&lt;br /&gt;but when they fall.. they fall for &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-1242669512576401676?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1242669512576401676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=1242669512576401676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1242669512576401676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1242669512576401676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-could-dream-at-night-and-if-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv_S2eGXKGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Gh5148s3fE4/s72-c/i_love_you___by_simplicityxii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2227437594608013222</id><published>2007-09-30T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv4JIeGXKFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BWzsBB94-Wg/s400/rainbow.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115536267862812754" border="2" /&gt;Got tagged by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'm just gonna do it lah. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer One : The Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name : Sandy&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 05 February 1989&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : Single&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : dark brown with golden highlights&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Two : On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : Dad's hokkien and mom's canto. Go figure. :D  &lt;br /&gt;Your Fear : many.&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness : hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;You perfect Pizza : I don't like pizza :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Three : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts First Thing When You Wake Up : I'm hungryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime : zzz&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory : hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Four : Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : McDs&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea : Tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee : Cappucino :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Five : Do You ...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : NO&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Heh&lt;br /&gt;Take a Shower : -.-&lt;br /&gt;Have a Crush : -shy-&lt;br /&gt;Think You've Been In Love: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Go To School : Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married : Good question. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself : Sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Think You're a Health Freak : Nay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Six : In The Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank Alcohol : Yup :]&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall : Definitely&lt;br /&gt;Been On Stage : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair : Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Seven : Have You Ever ...&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game : Hahaha! No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In : Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eight : Age You're Hoping&lt;br /&gt;To Get Married : No idea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Nine : In A Girl/Guy&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour : Blue/green! :D&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour : No preference.&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair : Neat will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Ten : What Were You Doing&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago : Doing this?&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago : On my way home in daddy's car.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago : Shopping :]&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago : hmm...&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago : Good question. I can't remember. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eleven : Finish The Sentence&lt;br /&gt;I Love : Pink and cute things, my beloved piano, family and friends. :]&lt;br /&gt;I Feel : Tired&lt;br /&gt;I Hate : The dark, bugs and all creep crawlies.&lt;br /&gt;I Hide : And cry whenever I think of...&lt;br /&gt;I Need : .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Twelve : Tag Five People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1nonli-aloy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aloy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psykoseyeoftheblackabyss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Howe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-lingg.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simply-jay.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jieying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU!&lt;/b&gt; Whoever is reading this post. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2227437594608013222?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2227437594608013222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2227437594608013222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2227437594608013222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2227437594608013222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-tagged-by-lynn.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv4JIeGXKFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BWzsBB94-Wg/s72-c/rainbow.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-698614943887514509</id><published>2007-09-29T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:23.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv0iReGXKBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8R8x5o0-CeQ/s400/I_Miss_You____by_distracted_mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115282435295619090" border="2" /&gt;Omg. My blog is so dead alrights.&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely lazy to blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, been going down to VE more often nowadays. Or rather, last week.&lt;br /&gt;Called in sick on Monday cuz of that awful scar on my nose and cuz I was having a &lt;u&gt;lil'&lt;/u&gt; flu. Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; at Admiralty station then took the train down to Harbour front to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peggy&lt;/span&gt;. Left for Sentosa soon after that. Although the weather in the early morning wasn't that "nice", the sky pretty much cleared up by the time we reached.&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in the sea and tanned a little. Not forgetting to cam-whore as well. Took tons of pictures, in which there are some that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; don't allow me to show to anyone. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the showers after about 2 hours of being under the hot sun then left to have lunch at Vivocity. Walked around after eating then left for town to take neoprints and to get Ling's donuts. Took the train back together after that. It was nice to chat all the way back with the girls. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv0iyuGXKCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gEmtoMZAgfk/s320/DSC03471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115283006526269474" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv0iy-GXKDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0PQ-7MGOwrA/s320/DSC03488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115283010821236786" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv0iy-GXKEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b1TuPmc1QIs/s320/DSC03539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115283010821236802" border="2" /&gt;We then alighted at Woodlands and I left to take the bus back to JB while the girls went to walk around at CWP, I think. Met up with mom and dad for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. Did I mention that my stupid V3i died on me after we left Sentosa? It was so shitty lah. I was still able to use it in the morning and it was still working when we left Siloso beach. And all of a sudden, it just hang. I tried switching it off and on again, but it just refused to work. So dumb lahhh. When I finally managed to switch it on, the dumb screen went bonkers. Argh. It was.. so stupid lahhh. I decided to hell with it and wait for my new V9 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, dad woke me up early Tuesday morning to help him with his computer virus thingy. He then fetched me to the Motorola service center to get my phone fixed. Left it with the service center then went around looking for my 7390. After a little while, we found one and daddy paid the deposit for me. Woots. So happy luh.&lt;br /&gt;Mom joined us for lunch after that then they dropped me off at home to get my things ready before heading out again for my piano lesson. Went over to Yang's place to teach him after my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Mom found out about the phone and was rather unhappy with it lahhh. Aiya. She's so.. unreasonable can? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out early on Wednesday morning to drop off my things at aunt's place. Slacked over there for a while before meeting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sahfihi&lt;/span&gt; at VE. Had some team meeting then spent the rest of the time trying to set up appointments. Went back to my aunt's place to drop off my things before meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt; together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;. Chatted and stuff, and it was soon late. Left with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt; and walked to the interchange together before parting ways. Went back to aunt's place to sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was rather boring cuz I woke up late for class. But I still headed to school okay! :]&lt;br /&gt;Went to class and met this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/span&gt;. Chatted and stuff then this guy joined us. Crapped throughout the class then I left to collect my things from SSU before meeting them at the MRT station. Took the train together as I was heading to Lavender to collect my student pass. This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt; guy was abit of a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disiao&lt;/span&gt;", asking me to guess his age then asking me whether I'm attached. Then later, asking me whether I wanna head down to Bugis together or not. Hahaha. And he said I look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; aights. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; thinks there's something wrong with his eyes. But I beg to differ. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; okay! Just that I don't show it. Hahaa :]&lt;br /&gt;Lavender was packed with people so I decided not to get my student pass that day. Think I'll go back next week to collect it instead. Headed back to JB on my own then met up with dad and bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was extremely boring as well cuz I woke up early in the morning to tutor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En&lt;/span&gt; then went to daddy's office to do some stuff before teaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt; in the evening again. I feel like I've no life anymore lahhhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Little reminder to &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not everything in this world revolves around you. Neither does anyone belong to you. A friend is just a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; does not belong to you so don't assume that because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; treated you as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, you can control who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; goes out with and who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; meets. You're just nothing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. Don't start hurling insults and saying things you'll regret just cuz s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; went out with someone you dislike. It's not for you to choose who can go out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and who can't. Stop acting like you're the queen of the universe because the closest you get is the queen of bullshit. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-698614943887514509?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/698614943887514509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=698614943887514509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/698614943887514509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/698614943887514509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rv0iReGXKBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8R8x5o0-CeQ/s72-c/I_Miss_You____by_distracted_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4551424708820193949</id><published>2007-09-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:16:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ORICB01Vx4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ORICB01Vx4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo. Sandy has been extremely busy lately. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the mini concert is finally over! &lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/cm3_yay.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the duet with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WQ&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. There weren't much people as it was in the afternoon. It wasn't as good as what we rehearsed cuz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WQ&lt;/span&gt; forgot part of it and stopped suddenly. Luckily I managed to continue playing and she continued from the next part and we finished it without any other mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Solo performance was on Sunday night. Gawd. There seem to be so much more people compared to Saturday lah. I was freaking out like mad cuz of the number of people and the fact that it was a solo performance. I was like, still shivering like crazy when I went on stage. But, it went &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; better compared to the duet. I mean, there was only one teensy mistake lah. Heh. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out early on Monday morning to get my timetable from school. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; at the custom and took the bus to CWP together. Then, met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wil&lt;/span&gt; and took the bus to school. Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kav&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutts&lt;/span&gt; for a while then left for Dawson place to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt; to confirm some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cass&lt;/span&gt; at TPY after that. I felt like sucha HUGE lightbulb, I tell you. They get sooo mushy at times lah. Haha. Anyhow, played a couple rounds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daytona&lt;/span&gt; after lunch. Send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying &lt;/span&gt;up to the office then left to take the train with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cass&lt;/span&gt;. Walked around CWP for a little while on my own then went back to JB to meet mom and dad for dinner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally skipped class on Tuesday cuz I wanted to have a good rest at home. I guess it's pretty alright cuz I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan&lt;/span&gt; as my lecturer anyway. &lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/ssandykwa-/cm3_lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had piano class in the late afternoon then went over to teach Yang in the evening. Rawr. It's so not easy teaching a primary school kid lahhhh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out early yesterday morning as well. Went to aunt's place to rest and to get ready before heading to town for the interview. It went pretty well and I was hired on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Eunos for interview right after that cuz I asked to bring it forward. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; then filled in some forms and discussed about some stuff then left to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. Ate then went to get donuts for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;. Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt; made me walk to RP! Rawr. So not nice okay! My feet hurt like hell now. ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; at RP and there was this guy playing the piano at the cafe. He seemed pretty cute lahh. Heh! Slacked and listened to the guy playing the piano while waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt;. Ate a lil with the gals after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; came. We were eating halfway when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt; called us saying that the library is closing so went back in to get our bags. Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; and I had this really crazy idea of asking the guy playing the piano for his number. We didn't get it in the end. Heh. Because we did not ask at all. Turned out he wasn't exactly that cute afterall. Rahhhhh. Whatever. Left with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; after a while. Took the bus back to CWP together then took 950 back to JB with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drew&lt;/span&gt;. Met mom and dad for dinner after that.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather eventful as well. Heh. Went out early in the morning as I had PBM lecture today. Was half an hour late. And the class was uber boringggg. Signed my attendance at breaktime and decided to ditch the rest of the lesson. Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch together at town then walked around before heading to Eunos for the orientation thingy. Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jieyiing&lt;/span&gt; for going in with me lahhhh. If not I would have been so bored. But I'm sure she's super glad she went with me. Cuz she got to see this reallyyyy cute guy. Heh. His smile.. Is super captivating. Lol. Not gonna go into details lah. But he's extremely cute aights! Hahaha. I'm gonna get his number! Or. I can ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; to give me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Got a free ride to AMK station thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;. Then, took the train back with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt;. She went off at Admiralty so I went back straight after that. Met mom and dad for dinner. Wooo. I'm so highhhh. Lol.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:60%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so sweet and thank you for being there everytime. But I'm sorry I can't fall for you. Cuz it won't be a good thing. And, you're one of my closest friends. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4551424708820193949?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4551424708820193949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4551424708820193949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4551424708820193949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4551424708820193949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3227561534749458051</id><published>2007-09-05T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:23.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rt2Hhi7C_GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_yVTGGxNruk/s400/Happy_birthday_by_chrysseis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106386562887908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;First thing first, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Happy 18th birthday to my darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥Yingying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;! Wooo. You're finally 18  huh! We all agreed to go clubbing to celebrate your 18th birthday but that day have yet to come. Hahaha. Anyhow, I wish you the best in everything you do. Andddd that 3 years come quickly. Heh. And please formally introduce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cassian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; to the gang okay! May our friendship stay this way forever! Nonono, may our friendship get better by the day! -HEARTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy lately with the rehearsals and all. Plus I gotta teach Yang and En tuition. It's so tiring luh okay! I need a break soonnnn. :( Anyhoos, I added some new smilies to my cbox. So, tag more okay people! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rt175y7C_EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dlyVk3A47A8/s400/bitch_by_chloesaurus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106373785360202818" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ohhh. Am I a bitch too? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rahhh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearly Lau, &lt;/span&gt;you really outdid yourself this time. Your stupidity level is skyhigh, maybe even into the universe. Gawd. How stupid can you get? To think I actually thought that you couldn't get anymore stupid after the last incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Firstly.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm... from now... if i wanna gosssip somethings abt that bitch... i shall just safely type in here...&lt;/span&gt;" Whao. Safely type it in your not-so-private "private blog"? Are you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; afraid of us? Is this thing affecting you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much? If you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; afrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d of us, then shut the fuck up. &lt;u&gt;Don't call someone bitch when you don't have the guts to say it in her face.&lt;/u&gt; It's a very cowardly act. If this thing is affecting you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much, then don't create so much fucking trouble for yourself. This latest incident started because of your stupidity, because you think that everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; says is associated with you. And you being you, blog about it, thus starting a blog war with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; because you are too stupid to get your facts right.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the effort needed to hate her is so great that i can even slap her in front of mr kum..&lt;/span&gt;" Please, if you really want to slap someone, don't just blog about it and do it for real! And, apparently, the effort I need to slap someone with is not that much. And if I want to slap you, I would do it. Although, I must say, it took me a hell load of effort not to slap you after all this time. I'd never slap a friend, not one who used to be a friend as well. So, don't push your luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the second post.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ok.... i'm gotten assess to one of the bitch's blog.. think i cannot get into it???? just cos she invite only a few???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" So, now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; is a bitch as well? Because you're upset she didn't invite you to view her blog? Because she wears FBT shorts with oversized t-shirts? Hah. You should stop your fucking crap, woman.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm.... btw.... i've never done anything to betrey her trust... so..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by doing so... she's just feeling guilty...&lt;/span&gt;" Whao, you seriously overestimated yourself, woman. She's feeling guilty for fuck? For a fucking "friend" who goes around calling her bitch for no apparent reason? You might as well go to hell now!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wonder how she will face boon if boon give her that HMMMMMMMM fk look...&lt;/span&gt;" First, I wanna applaud you for knowing that your boyfriend has a fuckface :] Then again, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hy would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; wanna give a fuck about your boyfriend's fuckface? Even I know that his reputation is equally horrid as yours. So, don't bother showing off your boyfriend's fuckface to us because we.are.not.interested. :D&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankfully my friends around me are decent pple... and those "friends" who are bitches.... desert me..... phew... if not i'll become a bitch too.. thanks god... (= i wonder wad i will be if i'm a bitch...&lt;/span&gt;" Hahahaha.  Don't worry, you would never become a bitch because you don't have what it takes. Although you do have what it takes to be an outcast lah! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'd rather sleep than waste my time trying to spite a useless fag like yourself. I'd suggest you don't waste anymore of your time and spend more of it on your studies. You command of English is horrendous. If I had to spend time correcting it for you, this post would be endless. Oh, and you should really watch those so-called friends around you. Or at least, what's left of it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;If you wanna waste your time to think of a rebuttal for this post, feel free to. It doesn't affect me one bit. Whereas you're the one with an upcoming major exam. So, blog more lah! :]&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, you're nothing more than a little kid craving for attention from the parents. Thus, when dealing with people like you, I don't need to give it much thought. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3227561534749458051?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3227561534749458051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3227561534749458051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3227561534749458051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3227561534749458051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-thing-first-big-happy-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rt2Hhi7C_GI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_yVTGGxNruk/s72-c/Happy_birthday_by_chrysseis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7608632930225632625</id><published>2007-08-31T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:23.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105834414777236530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtuRWS7C_DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/14aciyHLfzQ/s400/Light_Dreams_by_Eterea86.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored being at home everyday lahhh. Can I go out and play soon please? Have been going over to music school to rehearse for the performance. Rahhhh. I think the piano duet is sucha killer lah. ): It's really not easy having to play a duet with someone I don't know at all. And there's only one week left before the performance! I need helpppp! ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Going back to school on 10th of September for my PBM remodule. It's gonna be so boring lah can? I hope that Mr Kwan will be my lecturer again. Then... :D Gonna start work on the same day too, I think. Decided to work part time when I go back to school as most of the classes end at noon. And I don't really wanna come home so early. Oh yah, some kid from my school bus from last time approached me with his mom asking me to tutor him. Hahaa. His mom said that he insisted that he want me to be his tutor. Omg lah. &gt;:[ Guess I won't be so free at home afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's something I want to say to someone... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没那方面的天份就是没天份啦。&lt;br /&gt;不要再浪废你的时间了。&lt;br /&gt;不管你怎么努力都一定学不会的。&lt;br /&gt;何必这样浪废你的时间呢？&lt;br /&gt;你书又&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;读&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不好，人又长的那么不显眼。&lt;br /&gt;还不乖乖读好你的书的话，将来一定会受苦的。&lt;br /&gt;别想靠你那没用的男友啦。&lt;br /&gt;他只是一团烂泥，只会拖累你，妨碍你，根本帮不了你什么。&lt;br /&gt;你是怕如果你和他完了，就没有人要你是吧？&lt;br /&gt;也难怪你啦。&lt;br /&gt;谁叫你长的那么不显眼。&lt;br /&gt;有时我真的好同情你啊!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7608632930225632625?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7608632930225632625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7608632930225632625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7608632930225632625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7608632930225632625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-i-wont-be-so-free-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtuRWS7C_DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/14aciyHLfzQ/s72-c/Light_Dreams_by_Eterea86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-832770284005449776</id><published>2007-08-29T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:24.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtQWIS7C_BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nMIUuoGAoSc/s320/Fuck_you__by_Erchavok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103728609491876882" border="2" /&gt;Fuck you, bitch! If you have guts, please say those shits in our face. Don't hide behind some fuckshit computer. You don't scare us with your stupid ah lian-ish wannabe attitude. Whao. I wonder who the fuck said that SHE don't wanna have anything to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; hor? So, why the fuck are you reading her blog for? Anyhow, why in the world would you pay attention to what she says when YOU announce that YOU don't want to have anything to do with her huh. Please don't assume that everything revolves around you. Because they don't. Hahahaa. Karma? Please think of something new lar. The karma line is getting old. _l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-832770284005449776?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/832770284005449776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=832770284005449776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/832770284005449776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/832770284005449776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-you-bitch-if-you-have-guts-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtQWIS7C_BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nMIUuoGAoSc/s72-c/Fuck_you__by_Erchavok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7653178443412200960</id><published>2007-08-25T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog. Well, I'm using my bro's computer at the moment because.......... :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I haven't had much sleep since last Saturday for some reason..&lt;br /&gt;Went out shopping with my family on Saturday morning. Finally found the hello kitty door curtain for my room. It's all pink and flowery! So nice okay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtORBS7C--I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LxbuiNm8W0/s320/DSC03334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103582254186298338" border="2" /&gt;Spent Sunday at home as we were supposed to go over to Gram's house to celebrate my aunt's bf's birthday. Had a short nap after the celebration and went over to Gram's place for dinner later that night. Spent the rest of the night watching soccer. I was supposed to sleep early that night because I had my theory exam the next morning. But I just can't miss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; match. Thank God I didn't miss it because ♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torres&lt;/span&gt; scored! He is simply wonderful okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself up early on Monday morning because of my theory exam. Well, the paper was all good. I'm pretty sure I can get a distinction lar. It's so rare to see Sandy so confident for an exam right! Heh. Slept the rest of the day away because I was simply too tired. Woke up around 8 to have my dinner and spent the rest of the night making blogskins for people.&lt;br /&gt;Was dragged up early Tuesday morning to go shopping with mommy. Mom dropped me off at civics while she went to park the car. Helped daddy withdraw the money then walked back to CWP with mommy. Saw someone I didn't want to see. Rawr. Such bad luck okay.  I knew that something bad to happen after seeing that someone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, had lunch at Ichiban Sushi then shopped for God knows how long with mommy. We spent like 45 minutes at Esprit? Heh. Ended up buying 2 shorts and 2 tops. Happy happy. Went back some time after that.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of Wednesday sleeping at home. Resting, to be exact. I think I've become alot lazier since my holiday started lar....&lt;br /&gt;Went out early yesterday morning to aunt's place to collect my letters. Results are out. Let's just say.. I predicted my results correctly lar. Went to school after that. Then headed to town to get my things. Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; at Lot1 after that and trained back to CWP together. Went to RP to submit bro's form then waited for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieying&lt;/span&gt; to have lunch together. Walked around after that and ended up buying 3 posters.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtOR4y7C-_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/iPQ5CYFaSLM/s320/DSC03371.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103583207669038066" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtOR5i7C_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pXYjfpRV9OA/s320/DSC03363.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103583220553939970" /&gt;Rahhhh. Went to meet mommy and daddy at town after that. Had dinner then walked around and came home. Heh. Summarised version huh :] Well, that's about all, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of today at home too. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! You're so dumb beyond hope I think you ought to jump down some building. Oh, and make sure you die. Because if you don't, the ones to suffer are your parents. Not that they have not suffered enough though. Fancy using the word "hypocrisy" when you don't know what it means at all. Go check up the dictionary what that word means, you dumbass. Save us all from your stupidity please. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7653178443412200960?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7653178443412200960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7653178443412200960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7653178443412200960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7653178443412200960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RtORBS7C--I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LxbuiNm8W0/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7415696872093803006</id><published>2007-08-20T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100476322816392146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RsiIMS7C-9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/S0kRgWPM7W8/s400/fernandotorresislove.jpg" border="2" /&gt;The focus is on ♥Torres tonight :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7415696872093803006?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7415696872093803006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7415696872093803006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7415696872093803006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7415696872093803006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/focus-is-on-torres-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RsiIMS7C-9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/S0kRgWPM7W8/s72-c/fernandotorresislove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6541343812165149871</id><published>2007-08-19T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:12:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjHR5ekahmc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjHR5ekahmc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;strong&gt;Danson&lt;/strong&gt;! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so awake, for some stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think it's because I woke up reallyyy late today. 3pm to be exact. I don't know why, but I felt so tired this morning. =/&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano class to rehearse for the performance. The girl I was supposed to play the duet with did not turn up in the end. Rahhhh. Praticed some past year papers cuz my theory exam is in 3 days time. Think I can do well this time? Heh. I'm aiming for a distinction. And I think I can get it. Based on the little tests teacher have been giving me. [:&lt;br /&gt;Caught "The Simpson movie" with my family after dinner. Like, finally huh. Didn't expect to wait so long to watch it. The movie was rather short too. I expected it to be longer? Cuz a normal episode is about 30 minutes, I guess. Rahhh. Whatever. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; wrote a "story" using lyrics of 18 different songs. It was pretty neat, I think. I was never one to pay attention to the meaning of cheena song lyrics cuz my cheena simply suck. But all thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm paying more attention to what the lyrics mean. Heh. And I decided to give it a go too. Writing a &lt;em&gt;story&lt;/em&gt; using different song lyrics, I mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to it, of course. And I was hoping a &lt;U&gt;certain someone&lt;/u&gt; would understand it. &lt;strong&gt;If&lt;/strong&gt; that person still patronises my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想我会开始想念你&lt;br /&gt;可是我刚刚才遇见了你&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑这奇遇只是个恶作剧&lt;br /&gt;我想我已慢慢喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;因为我拥有爱情的勇气&lt;br /&gt;我任性投入你给的恶作剧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金色的阳光洒满人行道&lt;br /&gt;换了新唇膏把头发弄好&lt;br /&gt;要你看到我的好&lt;br /&gt;喜欢看你走路充满自信&lt;br /&gt;说话时候你的专注眼神&lt;br /&gt;温柔的表情笑容里的天真&lt;br /&gt;我相信找不到有比你更好的人&lt;br /&gt;你心里理想情人是几分&lt;br /&gt;是否也会有我的份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再靠近一点点 就让你牵手&lt;br /&gt;再勇敢一点点 我就跟你走&lt;br /&gt;你还等什么 时间已经不多&lt;br /&gt;再下去 只好只做朋友&lt;br /&gt;再向前一点点 我就会点头&lt;br /&gt;再冲动一点点 我就不闪躲&lt;br /&gt;不过三个字 别犹豫这么久&lt;br /&gt;只要你说出口 你就能拥有我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暧昧让人受尽委屈&lt;br /&gt;找不到相爱的证据&lt;br /&gt;何时该前进何时该放弃&lt;br /&gt;连拥抱都没有勇气&lt;br /&gt;暧昧让人变得贪心&lt;br /&gt;直到等待失去意义&lt;br /&gt;无奈我和你写不出结局&lt;br /&gt;放遗憾的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;爱你好幸福&lt;br /&gt;想要和你建造一个爱的小屋&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;爱你好满足&lt;br /&gt;享受最甜美的舒服有一个呵护我&lt;br /&gt;不在孤独&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你从没出现&lt;br /&gt;我会不会觉得快乐一些&lt;br /&gt;可惜残忍时间&lt;br /&gt;总要把诺言一点点摧毁&lt;br /&gt;想念变成怀念&lt;br /&gt;心动变成心碎&lt;br /&gt;偏偏还会关切&lt;br /&gt;你最后属于谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐我哭是因为你的手&lt;br /&gt;曾答应带我向前走&lt;br /&gt;难过我哭是因为我的手&lt;br /&gt;找不到你说的以后&lt;br /&gt;好眼泪坏眼泪我都曾为你流&lt;br /&gt;感动和悲伤都是理由&lt;br /&gt;只不过在你不再爱我了以后&lt;br /&gt;像坏的眼泪慢慢流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空突然一片辽阔&lt;br /&gt;原来你是真的已经离开我&lt;br /&gt;在我不熟悉的世界过新的生活&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼让泪水滑落&lt;br /&gt;此刻你已真的永远离开我&lt;br /&gt;在另外一个没有我的世界&lt;br /&gt;自由的走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 当我和你走在一起就已经决定&lt;br /&gt;不看不听不问也不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;是你让我了解自己可以为爱那么坚定&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 好想每天睁开眼睛就能看到你&lt;br /&gt;我知道我偶尔有一点任性&lt;br /&gt;不管你做任何决定究竟爱我还是逃避&lt;br /&gt;sorry 我还是不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我才发现&lt;br /&gt;感情尘蹒已布满了我的世界&lt;br /&gt;过敏源是为你流的泪&lt;br /&gt;我想我才了解&lt;br /&gt;就算用尽了力气也未必如愿&lt;br /&gt;季节没改变是眼泪弄湿脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给的承诺&lt;br /&gt;全被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情回忆里带去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要说什么&lt;br /&gt;杯子都已经空了&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼睛心里下起大雪天寒又地冻&lt;br /&gt;是不是到了&lt;br /&gt;爱情结帐的时候&lt;br /&gt;只剩下各自买单的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;为什么当我推开门&lt;br /&gt;他没有来拉住我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;一直好想问你这句话&lt;br /&gt;却又怕听到你真实的回答&lt;br /&gt;你还爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;为何你总是不说话&lt;br /&gt;眼看我为爱不爱挣扎&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;好久没有你的消息&lt;br /&gt;心里还惦记着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次当你转身的时候&lt;br /&gt;我的泪在流&lt;br /&gt;却只告诉自己让你&lt;br /&gt;看到我笑容&lt;br /&gt;每次当你转身的时候&lt;br /&gt;我的心在痛&lt;br /&gt;只能默默看着你&lt;br /&gt;就消失在我眼中&lt;br /&gt;让你走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆太难推开&lt;br /&gt;天堂的门早向我打开&lt;br /&gt;我却走不进来&lt;br /&gt;曾经是自由的云彩&lt;br /&gt;为你化作水流向大海&lt;br /&gt;寂寞常在夜里醒来&lt;br /&gt;把我推向更深的海&lt;br /&gt;明知你不是幸福海&lt;br /&gt;越来越沉浮不出来&lt;br /&gt;为了找爱背负太多的债&lt;br /&gt;再也飞不起来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁改变了我的世界&lt;br /&gt;没有方向没有日夜&lt;br /&gt;我看着天这一刻在想你&lt;br /&gt;是否会对我一样思念&lt;br /&gt;你曾说我们有一个梦&lt;br /&gt;等到那天我们来实现&lt;br /&gt;我望着天在心中默默念&lt;br /&gt;下一秒你出现在眼前&lt;br /&gt;想念的心装满的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的钢琴弹奏的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的日记写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我始终带着你爱的微笑&lt;br /&gt;一路上寻找我遗失的美好&lt;br /&gt;不小心当泪滑过嘴角&lt;br /&gt;就用你握过的手抹掉&lt;br /&gt;再多的风景也从不停靠&lt;br /&gt;只一心寻找我遗失的美好&lt;br /&gt;有的人说不清哪里好&lt;br /&gt;但就是谁都替代不了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6541343812165149871?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6541343812165149871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6541343812165149871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6541343812165149871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6541343812165149871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/danson-i-feel-so-awake-for-some-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5707374994873297322</id><published>2007-08-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ych12boR1LyZmLlVmcm5SbhVmckh2Y0l2d/Atomic%2520Kitten%2520-%2520Eternal%2520Flame.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#E9E9E9;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#131313;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098602778374845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RsHgNp_aNEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TzUuL5-S2rA/s400/torres+fabregas+alonso+smith+is+love.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Yesssss. I'm finally blogging. [:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was glued to the tv cuz the new season of EPL has just started. Actually, I didn't really watch &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; many matches luh. Just caught the &lt;strong&gt;Newcastle&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones. :D&lt;br /&gt;Was out on Sunday morning with family. Had breakfast then went to get my dvds from &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt;. Shopped around after that then came home. Spent the rest of the days watching my shows.&lt;br /&gt;Spent Monday and today at home cuz I was too lazy to go out. And, I wanted to finish watching my show first. I've one more season to go! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Told kor about that interesting read I found that day. And his reaction was, &lt;em&gt;"whao. why got such a stupid person in this world one?".&lt;/em&gt; Hah. Actually. I agree luh. This person, is reallyyy dumb. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. I'm off to watch my show.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5707374994873297322?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5707374994873297322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5707374994873297322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5707374994873297322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5707374994873297322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RsHgNp_aNEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TzUuL5-S2rA/s72-c/torres+fabregas+alonso+smith+is+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6197820153238556634</id><published>2007-08-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:28:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7ZlbyIje2Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7ZlbyIje2Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure happiness. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch the first episode of &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/The_X-Family"&gt;The X-family&lt;/a&gt;. And it's all thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; for uploading it! She is awesome, I tell you. The show is aired in Taiwan at 9pm, and she has it up on youtube at about 2am. Heh. A zillion thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;I meant to sleep early today. But I ended up watching the second episode. Hah. ♥&lt;strong&gt;Danson&lt;/strong&gt; is hotness luhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I found some &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; read just a couple of hours ago. Maybe some people will think it's stupid I'm reading it lah. But, who cares. It's not like I deliberately went to look for it. Hah. I'm more interested in the other one though. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6197820153238556634?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6197820153238556634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6197820153238556634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6197820153238556634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6197820153238556634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/pure-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2647261271473163687</id><published>2007-08-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:07:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/boi2Wi18p-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/boi2Wi18p-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hookedddddd. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I was confined at home for the whole of last week cuz of sore eyes. Was supposed to go out to Singapore to meet up with the gang cuz I haven't seen them in ages. Damn that retard who spread it to my bro, and infecting me too. =/&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent the whole of last week watching Jap dramas that I wanted to watch but haven't got the time to. Finished &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hana_Yori_Dango"&gt;Hana Yori Dango 1 &amp; 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Gokusen"&gt;Gokusen 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Great_Teacher_Onizuka"&gt;GTO&lt;/a&gt;. I'm also watching the Jap version of &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hanazakari_no_Kimitachi_e"&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/a&gt;. But as it is currently airing in Japan, I could only watch an episode per week. It's so annoying, I tell you. Anyhows, I like the &lt;em&gt;Quan&lt;/em&gt; in the Jap version better than the Taiwanese version. Heh. Cuz it's acted by my ♥&lt;strong&gt;Shun&lt;/strong&gt; whatttttt. And I so don't like &lt;em&gt;Wuzun&lt;/em&gt; lorrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh! &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/The_X-Family"&gt;The X-family&lt;/a&gt; will be out in Taiwan tonight.. Hahaha. ♥&lt;strong&gt;Danson&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I've been sleeping reallyyy &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; nowadays cuz I'm always helping daddy to monitor the stock markets till the wee hours. I think I might as well migrate to America lor. I sleep at 4am and wake up at 1pm every darn day.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to do much at home except staring at the computer and practicing my piano.. Speaking of which. My theory exam is in less than 2 weeks, and I've yet to start studying the Italian terms. Anddddd. Teacher just told me that she wants me to perform in some mini concert next month. Guess I won't be able to go out for another one month.. ):&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I'm free, &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; are having their A's. What is this lar! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out real soon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2647261271473163687?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2647261271473163687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2647261271473163687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2647261271473163687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2647261271473163687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-hookedddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-594754157420312525</id><published>2007-08-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvEmbh5mLvlGZhJ3L0VmbukmbpRnch1WLlxGcwFmL3d3d/KAT-TUN%2520-%2520Kame%2520Solo%2520-%2520Kizuna.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#4F4F4F;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#191919;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094849750052254770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RrSK2p_aNDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LiaDTALjxpM/s400/168506206_229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll update a proper post tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a happy belated birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Jiehua&lt;/strong&gt;. [=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-594754157420312525?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/594754157420312525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=594754157420312525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/594754157420312525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/594754157420312525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-update-proper-post-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RrSK2p_aNDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LiaDTALjxpM/s72-c/168506206_229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-235482382597893144</id><published>2007-07-30T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:25.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5SZ0FmcpB3ctEmL3d3d/Zhang%2520Shao%2520Han%2520-%2520Yi_Shi_De_Mei_Hao.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#E9E9E9;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#131313;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a happy belated birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Hanqiang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And a happy happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Ah Fang&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to the both of you and stay happy forever! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yes, I know my blog's been rather inactive the past week.&lt;br /&gt;But I've seriously nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good girl for the past two weeks and have been home all these while. Actually, it's also because I've been really lazy to go out to Singapore to meet my mates. It's really tiring to have to travel to Singapore just to meet up with them for a couple of hours then travel back again. And I've been sleeping really &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; and waking up in the afternoons nowadays. I'm always on the phone at night, either with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;Cher&lt;/strong&gt;. To be exact, I sleep when people wake up. And I'm awake when people are sleeping. Hah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to do at home anyways. I'm either facing the computer, or practicing my piano. The only time I actually step out of the house is when I'm out having dinner with Daddy or out jogging/cycling. It's kinda sad, actually. Cuz I don't think any of my mates can stand having to stay at home the whole day. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092676088578585586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RqzR65_aM_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gvrGk5Xvdys/s200/it_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think the show's awesome. It's really great and the actors are hot. Especially Andy On. Hah. They're all hot luh. But he's the hottest. [:&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi after the movie. Walked around for a while after eating then left to meet mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Die hard 4.0 with cousins on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092679369933599746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RqzU55_aNAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwmVAQweyoY/s400/10m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was okay, I guess. Didn't really enjoy it. Maybe it's cuz of Jason's annoying dad. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. There are still tons of movies that I've yet to watch.&lt;br /&gt;And I've yet to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ):&lt;br /&gt;Dad wanted to buy it for me but I think it's a waste of money considering how I'm not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; mad about it. And if I were to buy it, I'd buy the rest of them as well. And that would really cost alot. =/&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. Don't know luh. Although this book is selling &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; cheaply in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I'm having my theory exam in about three weeks time. Hope I'd do well luh. And I've to start studying the Italian terms. ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows. Who's up for a piano concert with me? Heh. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-235482382597893144?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/235482382597893144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=235482382597893144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/235482382597893144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/235482382597893144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/firstly-happy-belated-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RqzR65_aM_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gvrGk5Xvdys/s72-c/it_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7719965750119668894</id><published>2007-07-22T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:26.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9jSHvkSiDB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9jSHvkSiDB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089530656394458066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RqGlKp_aM9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6xPmsWDxxEY/s400/Best_Friends_by_Kiza13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather down recently for the dumbest reasons.&lt;br /&gt;People who don't know why, don't ask. (:&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be fine after a while, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I just need some time alone to think.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a few days and I'll be fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey dearest. Thanks for hearing me pour out my woes the past few days. I guess there are things that are best left unsaid. I've never expected anything to go the way I want them to. But sometimes I just feel that I'm so stupid for making certain decisions. There are also things that I've yet to tell you. I just don't know how to. Sad to say, I'm actually missing &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I don't know why, but I just do. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it. I feel so dumb at times for missing him. When will he ever get out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Two years ago, you entered my life. And ever since then, things changed drastically. Be it the happy times, or the sad times, you're always part of it. Being there for me, lending me a shoulder to cry on. I've always thought that things would remain that way forever. But I guess I was wrong. When you left, it seemed that everything around me would go wrong. It's like the pillar I've always been leaning on collapsed. Suddenly, after so long, I had to learn how to stand on my own again. Luckily for me, there were many other people by my side. People that I have neglected for so long. I'm thankful to them for being there for me at that time. It was the first time in my life that I've felt so helpless, so alone. Things seem to go wrong in everything I do. I really wanted to give up back then. Thankfully I didn't. And through that incident, I learnt so much, thanks to you. I guess things would have been different if I had expressed how I really felt. If only we could turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. All I wanted to say is that I'm missing you for some reason. I want to talk to you so badly. But sad to say, I don't have the guts to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Can my prince charming quickly appear and sweep me off my feet so I can forget him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's walking away from me.&lt;br /&gt;His back is tense, and I know he's angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he's got a right to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;He's looking back at me now with that look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The look that says I've disappointed him again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a coward for not even trying.&lt;br /&gt;He's been waiting twenty years, and I can't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's getting in his truck, heading back to that empty place he calls home.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll have to go back to my own empty life.&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the next time we can see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;It's not so different from what we've done for the last two decades.&lt;br /&gt;Except, I have this awful feeling that something's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is so over powering, making it hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second takes him further and further away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go after him.&lt;br /&gt;I want to beg him to stay, and never leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just tell him what he wanted to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I just tell him I love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I say nothing, and I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there and watch him disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Not having the courage to call him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear runs down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I will never see him again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7719965750119668894?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7719965750119668894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7719965750119668894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7719965750119668894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7719965750119668894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RqGlKp_aM9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6xPmsWDxxEY/s72-c/Best_Friends_by_Kiza13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6360633389398444054</id><published>2007-07-19T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:26.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088514828094591378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rp4JRqri0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5VHja9xBjLk/s400/Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_pinkcakebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday to my &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; honey!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best in everything you do!&lt;br /&gt;And stay as sweet and cute as ever okay!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I wasn't able to make it to your party, but I hope you had fun!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy forever! -hugs! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6360633389398444054?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6360633389398444054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6360633389398444054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6360633389398444054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6360633389398444054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rp4JRqri0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5VHja9xBjLk/s72-c/Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_pinkcakebox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-634404572616630966</id><published>2007-07-13T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:26.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuMXbhVGd292a/Mario%2520Winans-I%2520Dont%2520Wanna%2520Know.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#FBFBFB;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#252525;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; early in the morning to get some stupid forms from CHR.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed off to Harbour front by bus.&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were lying on the sand at Siloso beach, hoping that the sun would come out.&lt;br /&gt;It did alright, for that little while.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, playing peek-a-boo with us.&lt;br /&gt;Coming out once in a while and disappearing behind the clouds again.&lt;br /&gt;Swam a little and tanned again when the sun was out.&lt;br /&gt;Tanned for a while more before heading off to shower.&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around before heading off to take the train to town to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ate and &lt;strong&gt;Cassian&lt;/strong&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to The Cathay with &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; as we didn't want to be ____.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; and his girl then all of us walked back to PS together.&lt;br /&gt;Jason's girl is a &lt;strong&gt;sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;She seems so sweet and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And she is so FAIR and all.&lt;br /&gt;So delicate lar. (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; likes girls like that.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder &lt;em&gt;AHEM&lt;/em&gt; don't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;After chatting and camwhoring, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; and I left cuz I had to rush back to meet mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with mom and dad for dinner then went shopping for a while before heading back. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RpZdhKri0YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_LTZaftQNvM/s400/DSC03247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086355653545611650" border="0" /&gt;Will upload the rest tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am not her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think she's great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like her and I'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't expect me to change for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-634404572616630966?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/634404572616630966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=634404572616630966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/634404572616630966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/634404572616630966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RpZdhKri0YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_LTZaftQNvM/s72-c/DSC03247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-919811922747045412</id><published>2007-07-09T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF99CC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvIXd0JXY-9Cbw5CbhlmYus2b0NnL3d3d/Britney%2520Spears%2520-%2520Everytime.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF99CC;border:#FCFCFC;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RpD8_oTFGZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PL6LZH2yhCk/s400/DSC03108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084842149380692370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to hope.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the guts to say how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just running away from my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. What am I to do?! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-919811922747045412?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/919811922747045412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=919811922747045412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/919811922747045412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/919811922747045412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RpD8_oTFGZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PL6LZH2yhCk/s72-c/DSC03108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6104718751067862787</id><published>2007-07-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:29:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5iMldWYudHc/Rainie%2520Yang%2520-%2520Ai%2520Mei.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#FBFBFB;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my HRM paper yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty alright cuz I managed to do all 4 questions. (:&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; at Bukit Batok for a while then met &lt;strong&gt;ING's&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner at CWP.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around then went to Admiralty and slacked there while &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; studied.&lt;br /&gt;Went off at about, 1 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early today for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; at CWP today.&lt;br /&gt;Took neos and headed home after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I simply love my &lt;strong&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for tolerating with my nonsense and horrible temper.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD. Thanks so so much for listening to all my problems lar! -HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; for being there for me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, hon, for being there though I haven't really been there all the time for you.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOULAR! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mr Myron Chua&lt;/strong&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there to listen to my complains time and again.&lt;br /&gt;And the endless advice though I never really gave them much thought everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Anyhows, thanks lar! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6104718751067862787?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6104718751067862787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6104718751067862787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6104718751067862787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6104718751067862787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/08/had-my-hrm-paper-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5586390020417714750</id><published>2007-07-07T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T03:07:41.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Set1WdZ9SbvNmLi9masV2auQ3YlJXakVmcu02bj5SZj5WZpJXZwhXZh1WZul2YuFWazFmL3d3d/Byul%2520-%2520I%2520think%2520I.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#FBFBFB;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#0D0D0D;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's true that you've been through alot more with her.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I actually envy her for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's that weird lingering feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this way in ages.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to, and I'm afraid to show it.&lt;br /&gt;Because, somehow, somewhere, deep down inside, I know it's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;And it won't last because it's purely an infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for is that you not treat me so well and I'll be able to hold back and not fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's better this way, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sure you'll be able to find a really great girl someday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5586390020417714750?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5586390020417714750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5586390020417714750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5586390020417714750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5586390020417714750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-true-that-youve-been-through-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5459378451797807384</id><published>2007-07-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:27.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ychJHd4V2LuFGchpmZvd2byZ2LyZmLlVmcm5SZzxWZ5R2bi9mb/M2M%2520-%2520Pretty%2520Boy.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#222222;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#1F1F1F;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. POM paper was horrid today.&lt;br /&gt;I am so bloody screwed lar.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to sleep early last night and wake up early today morning to study.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to wake up but I wasn't able to concentrate despite the many cups of coffee I drank in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; after studying a little at mos.&lt;br /&gt;Tried studying bit by bit but I still wasn't able to get anything.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to hell with it and just wait for the supp paper.&lt;br /&gt;Went into the exam room late and left exactly after the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to Admiralty to meet &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; for late lunch as my gastric was hurting like hell the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to timezone for a while then left for the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; while waiting for the bus and came back to JB together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the phone with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;He's on his way home from work, I think. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Okay. I'm finally feeling tired for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hang up real soon and go to bed. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the pictures.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356550257777026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rou12YTFGYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gqg3JeKTqAU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't help missing you.&lt;br /&gt;属于我的恶魔几时才会回到我身边?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5459378451797807384?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5459378451797807384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5459378451797807384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5459378451797807384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5459378451797807384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/rahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rou12YTFGYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gqg3JeKTqAU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7763724197681635231</id><published>2007-07-04T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:26:25.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9SbvNmLu9GdsV2a0V3biFmL3d3d/JS%2520-%2520Wo%2520Bi%2520Xiang%2520Xiang%2520Zhong%2520Ai%2520Ni.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#212121;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#202020;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is very dead, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my exams and I'm studying hard for once.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had much sleep since last friday and I'm reallyyyy tired luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; thinks I'm gonna fall sick sooner or later. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe bah.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I have much of a choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study and pass this time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take anymore supp paper! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, some updates lar. :D&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's Marketing paper was alright.&lt;br /&gt;It went a hell lot better than I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Think I can pass it this time round. (:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seoul since we've agreed on it already and because there's isn't any better choice.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really not worth it lar!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Walked around after eating then went outta cwp to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whored a little and we all went our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to aunt's place and came back to JB with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little cousin's birthday celebration on Sunday but it seemed really boring to me lar.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much as I was still too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Drove the guys out for their soccer match in the afternoon and stayed there to watch 'em play.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many mosquito bites from sitting there while waiting for 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. But it beats staying at home larrr.&lt;br /&gt;Studied late at night till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday morning to study for our Econs paper.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we did because I managed to do the paper lar.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think yesterday's Econs paper was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I've never written so much before lar.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. (:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to Woodlands to meet &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; to study but we only studied for half an hour before I had to hurry to town.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with parents then came back.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep because of the many cups of coffees and teas I drank throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; on the phone till God knows what time. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; today to accompany her to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of seeing the doctor as well but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I forgot to get my gastric pills in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Came back for piano in the afternoon then went for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;And that made me really tiredddd.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Shouldn't have ran.&lt;br /&gt;Aha. Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;Can Friday come soon?&lt;br /&gt;Then I won't be stressed about my exams anymore. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the photos another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7763724197681635231?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7763724197681635231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7763724197681635231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7763724197681635231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7763724197681635231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/07/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-345728884763776018</id><published>2007-06-30T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:53:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9SbvNmLu9GdsV2a0V3biFmL3d3d/Jay%2520Chou%2520-%2520Shan%2520Hu%2520Hai%2520%2528Ft%2520Lara%2529.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#343434;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#212121;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Mr Myron Chua&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be troubled by those trivial things anymore!&lt;br /&gt;HUGS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged by &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ALOT huh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please read the rules first:Each player of the game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you'll need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like romance films.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think sudoku is fun,&lt;br /&gt;4. My bestie is a bookworm. (LOL. :D)&lt;br /&gt;5. I like sadistic movies.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to bite and pinch people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i would like them to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cindy Goh Jie Ying: Since your blog is so dead, you can update with this. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Lynette: I know you like to do such tags. Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;5. Sophie&lt;br /&gt;6. Howe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-345728884763776018?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/345728884763776018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=345728884763776018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/345728884763776018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/345728884763776018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/firstly-happy-birthday-to-mr-myron-chua.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4508211414970965731</id><published>2007-06-29T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:43:56.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTwQlIVkgaU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTwQlIVkgaU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;He is soooo hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming but I'm not in the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I flip open my textbook, I feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so bloody screwed lahhhh. ):&lt;br /&gt;I've been home the past few days but I've not done much at all.&lt;br /&gt;Tried studying earlier today and I finally did some work.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; came over to chat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have no mood to study again!&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; bully me. ):&lt;br /&gt;BITE HIM! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4508211414970965731?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4508211414970965731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4508211414970965731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4508211414970965731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4508211414970965731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-1873663528525765660</id><published>2007-06-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:44:42.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UweKrFtByFs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UweKrFtByFs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;well I wonder, could it be&lt;br /&gt;when I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;you were dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy, call me blind&lt;br /&gt;to still be suffering is stupid after all of this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;and does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hey&lt;br /&gt;so much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;so sad but true&lt;br /&gt;for me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, date and time&lt;br /&gt;September twenty second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday twenty five after nine&lt;br /&gt;in the doorway, with your case&lt;br /&gt;no longer shouting at each other&lt;br /&gt;there were tears on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hey&lt;br /&gt;so much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;so sad but true&lt;br /&gt;for me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;and does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hey&lt;br /&gt;so much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;so sad but true&lt;br /&gt;for me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we never know what we've got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;how could I carry on&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;cause I've been missing you so much I have to say&lt;br /&gt;been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I chose to give up.&lt;br /&gt;If only I held on, I'll be wishing you happy fourth month now.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-1873663528525765660?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1873663528525765660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=1873663528525765660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1873663528525765660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1873663528525765660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-i-wonder-could-it-be-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7754109910360564355</id><published>2007-06-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#330066" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vUXZrVGdvd3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZucmbphGdl52b/Nana%2520-%2520Lonely.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#330066;border:#B3B3B3;button:#660099;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079679344430970178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rn6lc1GydUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kjwwaxhq5HI/s400/lonely_swinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm darn bloody fked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's all because of ______.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. I have this bloody urge to throw things around luh.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf. How many times have I said it already.&lt;br /&gt;I fking late already.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me to drag it longer.&lt;br /&gt;It's fking stupiddd.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;HJGFSLYGFSDELFES&lt;br /&gt;LJDGFSOUYSGFHSOGFLDEUYS&lt;br /&gt;KMNBDLSZXUYVXBDGFbC&lt;br /&gt;FJGN;FIUGHFO;HIJFOIFJH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7754109910360564355?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7754109910360564355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7754109910360564355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7754109910360564355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7754109910360564355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-darn-bloody-fked-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rn6lc1GydUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kjwwaxhq5HI/s72-c/lonely_swinging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4771014343023796465</id><published>2007-06-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:27.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#663399"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvQXZu5SZtlmbhFGdsVGZuk2bv5WYlNnL3d3d/S%2520Club%25207%2520-%2520Have%2520You%2520Ever.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#663399;border:#000000;button:#CC99FF;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RnlqcFGydTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DXyCe39Knxs/s400/rahhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078207085476476210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone and being with him is VERY different.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could turn back time, to the past, to the time when I was secretly crushing him.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for all these though.&lt;br /&gt;We can never go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;But what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;The feelings' fading.&lt;br /&gt;I miss who I thought he was.&lt;br /&gt;He may have changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the one I like.&lt;br /&gt;Not the one I used to go crazy about.&lt;br /&gt;Goshhh. I'm fking confused! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4771014343023796465?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4771014343023796465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4771014343023796465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4771014343023796465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4771014343023796465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/liking-someone-and-being-together-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RnlqcFGydTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DXyCe39Knxs/s72-c/rahhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-107256406761137789</id><published>2007-06-21T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9myUFWfUJXw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9myUFWfUJXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feng&lt;/em&gt; by Jay Chou!&lt;br /&gt;Specially for &lt;strong&gt;Miss Ng Pei Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's only the chorus though.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the full song tmr kays!&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7RY7trh9vQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7RY7trh9vQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my &lt;em&gt;oldies&lt;/em&gt;! Hah. Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;Today was reallyyy boring.&lt;br /&gt;Meant to skip school buttt have no idea where to go so I ended up going to school with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Class was released early today. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to cwp because it was simply too fking hot.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Swensens then headed back to JB.&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for &lt;strong&gt;Jansen&lt;/strong&gt; while waiting for mom.&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh. My pink earphone's out of stock again! ):&lt;br /&gt;What the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with mom then shopped around for a while then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RnkpcVGydPI/AAAAAAAAADc/wKeY-Hgvx-k/s320/peiwan+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078135621515638002" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-107256406761137789?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/107256406761137789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=107256406761137789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/107256406761137789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/107256406761137789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/rahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RnkpcVGydPI/AAAAAAAAADc/wKeY-Hgvx-k/s72-c/peiwan+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3268531733610395672</id><published>2007-06-19T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF6699"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9CbhRnblRWajN2bv02bj5SZj5WYyZWauMWazVXbhhGblh2Y/Avril%2520Lavigne%2520-%2520Complicated.swf&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#454545;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#313131;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077448624316773474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rna4n1GydGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ibdj-9w7-TE/s320/Ling%27s+birthday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077448624316773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rna4n1GydHI/AAAAAAAAACc/EkE79a4Z1d4/s320/Ling%27s+birthday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077452513735118530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgdFaSsjQdQ/Rna8KOUYjsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MNflDcQz6_0/s320/Ling%27s+birthday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077452513735118546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgdFaSsjQdQ/Rna8KOUYjtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZejhULAQj1g/s320/Ling%27s+birthday+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rna-KVGydOI/AAAAAAAAADU/uwdpBd_wHUw/s400/tags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454714580399330" /&gt;Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cindy Goh Jie Ying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dumped me for &lt;strong&gt;Cass&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How could you! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3268531733610395672?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3268531733610395672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3268531733610395672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3268531733610395672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3268531733610395672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/rahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rna4n1GydGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ibdj-9w7-TE/s72-c/Ling%27s+birthday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-3842828849870645475</id><published>2007-06-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:54:13.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5yZihmLxMzZu92c51mL3d3d/Rihanna%2520-%2520Unfaithful.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#454545;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#303030;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Firstly, Happy birthday to my dearest &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you're 18 already!&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;u&gt;legal&lt;/u&gt; to drink, club and watch m18 movies huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, darling, I wish you the best and nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;Stay pretty and cute forever!&lt;br /&gt;AND cannot be so &lt;i&gt;teh&lt;/i&gt; anymore aights! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Friday was awesome. Had a blast with the gang. (:&lt;br /&gt;Meant to blog about everything but I'm like reallyyyy lazy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just blog about the major events. :D&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; and had lunch together then head back to her place to drop my things off.&lt;br /&gt;Left her place at about 4:30pm and headed to town to do a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; at Bugis at about 7.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around and took neos while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All three said to not wait for 'em so we headed off to Fish &amp; Co for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; after dinner and shopped around again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; came and all of us headed over to Bugis street to shop somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the esplande to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Got screened by police while leaving esplande! :DDDDD (Lol)&lt;br /&gt;Took the NR back as &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to try it (&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; cabbed back first as &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; need to go home early). Ended up taking the wrong NR and cabbing back to Admiralty (sad, I know!).&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at a shelter with &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; near Ling's place while &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; are playing with her rugby ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; came and played some games before sending &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the basketball court to slack and chat.&lt;br /&gt;(Okayyy. I wasn't chatting much cuz I was having a slight headache. OR maybe it's Ling's bro.)&lt;br /&gt;Went under her block after that as it was drizzling and &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to head up to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up chatting till 6am before she went up.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed a little longer with the guys and went up at 7, which is the time I'm safe to go up as Ling's mom was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; for tonning with me till 7. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; for pei-ing me too! Sorry that the two of you fell asleep while pei-ing me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up at 7 and was reallyyy tired. Wanted to sleep but Ling's bro wouldn't let me off. Thank god she was awake and chased him outta the room. Hah. Chatted with her and dozed off unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12:30pm and headed to cwp after washing up.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to aunt's place after that.&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay. I'm horrible, I know!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wanna know the details, check out &lt;a href="http://-lingg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ling's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.1nonli-aloy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aloy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog instead! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll just upload the pictures though! SMILES!&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT. Not tonight. I'm beat. Really!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, tata! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;Good luck to &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; for their mid-years! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I've removed tonnes of links. If anyone want your link back up there, drop me a tag. Cheers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coffee or tea? Coffee. (:&lt;br /&gt;But there's different types of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;b&gt;Mocha&lt;/b&gt; but he's &lt;u&gt;latte&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-3842828849870645475?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3842828849870645475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=3842828849870645475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3842828849870645475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/3842828849870645475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/firstly-happy-birthday-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2492944899442862871</id><published>2007-06-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:03:12.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I say:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I. don't. like. you.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna have a go at your looks because it'll be endless.&lt;br /&gt;You've only yourself to blame for this war.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't stop blabbering nonsense about Jason &amp; Ling.&lt;br /&gt;There are many more things about you that all of us dislike.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't think telling you would have any use because that's what you, Pearly Lau, is about.&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't annoying, thick-faced, dumb, &amp;amp; utterly disgusting, you wouldn't be called Pearly Lau. Right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She replied:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok... apparently this is written by someone who doesnt like me.... i'm sure she and her gang of ah lians will agree...&lt;br /&gt;but i supposed i should clarify something here...&lt;br /&gt;see the bold red words....&lt;br /&gt;hazh... whoever blabbered nonsense abt them??? i dun have soooo much time to bother man...&lt;br /&gt;and pls.... if it started cos i like jason back then... then its too bad la... cos liking someone doesnt needs approval of someone else... even if its his cousin -you!!!&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you arent stating much more is cos you cant think of any reliable things to blog abt.... and you seriously have too mcuh time to deal with such minor issues even after 4 months??? how childish can you be....&lt;br /&gt;so wad if you're studying in a private skol??? i dun have the right to call you stoopid cos you're not good ebough for jc or poly, to the extend that you gotta spend your parent's hard earned money on private skol...&lt;br /&gt;but do reflect on yourself... if i haven been provoking you... i dun see why you like provoking others so much... reflect on your inner self... are you being mature? grown-up? or still a 5 yr old kid as ever??? oh... if you dislike me that much...&lt;br /&gt;i dun see why you called me that time to patch htings up wiht ling... talked to me in such a nice tone... and the moment you add me into the convo of me you and ying, and not ling, you 2 shoot vulgarities... this is not a talk... its hooting... and i felt conned by you into your "sincerity"&lt;br /&gt;hahz....&lt;br /&gt;know wad... i dun really bother abt wad you type abt me... and thankfully your blog arent nice enough for me to always go in... happened that i chanced onto jackson's blog then i decided to go your blog...&lt;br /&gt;yup... since you hate me that much....too bad la...&lt;br /&gt;it only harms your body not mine.. so why should i really care???&lt;br /&gt;think i'll be affected by your spams and stuffs???&lt;br /&gt;affected by wad cindy said last time???&lt;br /&gt;hazh... you call me thick-faced for a reason yea???&lt;br /&gt;not afraid of all these....&lt;br /&gt;ahz... and pls... if you said i was thick-faced, can i take it as a compliment cos it is past tense??? hazh... after all... being thick skin has its adv yea???? not afraid of threatens and your hoots... muahahz... of course it has shown much abt your intelligence and how much you actually know me... any idea how much a hypocrite are you??? whiney baby... reflect la...i have no wish to have any business with you... not now not next time not forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I say:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn right they all agree.&lt;br /&gt;Although I must add that there are people who are not my so-called gang of ah lians who agree with that as well.&lt;br /&gt;Going around telling people that Jason is your Boyfriend is not blabbering nonsense? God. He never agreed to being your boyfriend before, my dear. If it's about the laopo, mistress and girlfriend thing.. Then you're being really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be a game, and the bunch was just fooling around. Don't tell me you think it's for real.&lt;br /&gt;I've said it a zillion times that I don't see anything wrong with you liking my cousin. I'm just disgusted with the fact that there's people asking me whether are you Jason's girlfriend because they heard that you were - from YOU. Heck. Anyone would be disgusted with that, man.&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't notice. That post was up at 4 am. Who the heck would be bothered to write so much? Moreover the post was about you. Typing that few lines are already a waste of my time. I can't imagine myself typing a hell long of a post just for you in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was having my holidays and I had way too much time on my hands. Is there a problem with that. Anyhoos. I posted that post because of the incident in Jackson's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So what if I'm studying in a private school? I don't think any of these linked to me studying in a private school, right? Oh gosh. How'd you know about me not being able to get in a JC or a Poly. You only got to know me after Peiling got into PJC and you know nuts about my background.&lt;br /&gt;I. hate. JCs and uniforms, that's why. In case you have no idea. I only studied ONE subject for my O levels and I still passed. So yeah. Bugger off about my studies when you know nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hard-earned money?&lt;br /&gt;Hey missy. I'm. not. like. you.&lt;br /&gt;I buy whatever I want. I spend like there's no tomorrow. Why? Cuz my family can afford it. I have two bloody cars at the age of 18. Do you? So don't come talking to me about money cuz all my DAD does is sit in his office every morning and stare at the computer. Ya call that hard earned money? Hah. I didn't want to spend an extra year in Poly thus the Private school. Guess you don't know that, huh? And another plus point is that I get TWO certs in TWO years. All recognised in Singapore. So ya call that a waste of money? You not being able to afford it doesn't mean people can't afford it, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Am I provoking you? Aww. That's sad. Hah. I provoke people for the fun of it. Or rather, cuz I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;I DO have that intention of getting Peiling and you to patch up at that time. But do you seem like you do? No.&lt;br /&gt;Hello missy. Please check your bloody MSN history if you have a problem. The first time I added you into the conversation with Cindy in it. I kept bloody quiet. Cindy never had a good temper to begin with. Yes. She started saying things to you that you dislike. I stupidly thought that you will not join in and fight back. But you did. AND heck. Everyone knows I'm closer to Cindy and Peiling than to you. You retort and started spouting profanities at her as well. What the heck do you want me to do? I kept quiet thoughout the whole conversation. THEN. I started the war with that Pam in your tagboard. AND please get yer facts right about that cuz I don't think I've insulted you in any way in the tagboard at all. Not a single time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way. You said that I left my name because you knew it's me when I called? God. If I were afraid of you finding out, I wouldn't have called you, no?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thick-faced. AND the reason for the ED because I found that you were.. During the you liking Jason era.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. Threats? Have I threatened you in any way, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Well. I know enough about you to make me dislike you, no? Oh dearie, there's nothing to reflect about in case you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now she replies:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gosh... this is the 2 entry to me.... this time its by an email... means its kinda private that most pple wun get to read cos the email is for me..&lt;br /&gt;wow..... long but really interesting....&lt;br /&gt;oh wells... she really gets lotsa things wrong man...&lt;br /&gt;if you think jason calling us wife, mistress and gf for fun..&lt;br /&gt;wad makes you think he's my bf for real???&lt;br /&gt;hahz... (= he plays along.. i can play along too.. (= if not wad are actress and actors for????&lt;br /&gt;i wun deny you're closer to them than me... but know wad... your friendship arent that stable afterall... if not why will you whine to me when ing was gonna split up then???&lt;br /&gt;hazh.. childish.... think i'm provoked??? you're wrong... hahz.. (= why should i??? i have much better things to take care of... unlike you.. spoilt brat... you never know wads hard earned money than....&lt;br /&gt;karma will happen.. cos it always does... (=&lt;br /&gt;anw... facts are facts... only you and yourself will know.... if you choose to deny and argue your way thru... then there's nth i can do... cos there're lotsa evidence around.... just that you arent observant enough to notice them...&lt;br /&gt;and pls get your facts right,.... who is it that dint wanna patch... whether its me and ling...&lt;br /&gt;if you think by making an initiative in every convers is not trying to patch things up.... and its my fault.. then too bad lo...&lt;br /&gt;i will have to say... i'm not priviledge enough to have her even as an hi-bye friend...&lt;br /&gt;and of course there's a price to pay... by losing more friends..&lt;br /&gt;but who cares... i've got lotsa other frineds... so losing a few wun do me much harm...&lt;br /&gt;all these i learnt from a super close friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;i can still live life happily... (= likewad i am doing now...&lt;br /&gt;btw... life has never been much greater than now... (=&lt;br /&gt;you prob wun know how happy i am... cos you'll never get to enjoy all these man... (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my reply to &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; for now is:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How nice of you to blog about it instead of replying my email?&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that if I were to out-talk you, you would still have your bunch of friends to back you up?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Of course you can say that since you've already said a hell load of crap to others. I never said that he's your boyfriend for real. Don't start putting words into my mouth. If you're playing along, why the heck would you go around telling people that he's your boyfriend? If it's just a game, why make everyone think that you're really attached to him? And calling him dear? Gosh. Don't give me your bullshit about calling people &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; because you treat them as a good friend. If you were playing along. You wouldn't be "&lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;" here and there everytime you message him. You have no fucking idea how bloody disgusting it was.&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed the ING's friendship is not as stable as what people think. Well, do you know how long I've known Cindy? I don't think you know it at all. I knew her for only about a year. How stable do you expect ING's friendship to be, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I truste&lt;u&gt;D&lt;/u&gt; you, that's why I told you about the ING's problems. Well, apparently you just don't get what's going on between us at all. But on the other hand, we're definitely closer than what you think we are. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, you were the one to say I'm going around provoking people. So I assumed that you were provoked too. Just too bad you weren't..&lt;br /&gt;Heck yes, I'm a spoilt brat. So what? At least I have that ability to be a spoilt brat. Do you? Blame it on GOD for giving me such a good life then. :D Oh, I do believe in Karma. But I've lived for 18 years already and nothing have happened yet. So I guess we'll just see, huh? Even if it does. I'll still have the ability to lead the life I'm leading now because my dad takes precautions. (:&lt;br /&gt;We're not talking about Ling now, hello? So yeah. Don't drag her in. The previous email was all about Cindy, me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You don't have that priviledge to be even her hi-bye friend. I'm soooooo glad you know that. HAHAHA. Loads of friends? Well, sweetheart, there are many more people who dislike you than you know. Even some of the closest ones to you. (:&lt;br /&gt;Of course it'll be nice for you. Finally getting a boyfriend. I guess it's not something you get often, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh are you that sure that I'm not leading a happy life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;ING's are closer and I'm happily attached.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS. I definitely get to pamper myself with my material needs more than you'll ever do. :D&lt;br /&gt;AND. Now I finally understand why those bunch of guys spammed your blog the last time. You really are what they described you to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2492944899442862871?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2492944899442862871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2492944899442862871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2492944899442862871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2492944899442862871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-480516606294970955</id><published>2007-06-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:04:24.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SbvNmL5FGdhJXYoNmL3d3d/Ryan%20Cabrera%20-%20True.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#343434;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#303030;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, my laptop's been down for the past week thanks to the thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;My darn adapter was struck by lightning along with dad's tv &amp; dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my laptop wasn't connected to the adapter at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what would happen if it were still connected to the adapter. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sony with dad the next day, hoping to get a new adapter (&amp;amp; daddy's new tv, of course).&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that the blasted adapter cost about 400 ringgit?&lt;br /&gt;What is it made of? Gold?&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck would it cost so much?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't get it in the end because I didn't think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not have any laptop to use (my laptop ran out of battery, that's why) than to spend that money.&lt;br /&gt;Dad did managed to buy his new tv though.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the big screen tv back again (the &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; one was struck by lightning). *clapclaps*&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; tv was sent for repair, &amp; hopefully, it can be repaired because I really liked that tv too.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh, daddy bought a new desktop computer for me (which is why I can come online now), as I'm graduating real soon.&lt;br /&gt;There's a condition of course. He wants my laptop. ):&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm unwilling to part with it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that all my programs are installed in my laptop &amp;amp; I'm not really that keen in installing everything into the new computer again.&lt;br /&gt;AND I need to look for the photoshop activation codes again!&lt;br /&gt;So so so annoying! Thank god &lt;strong&gt;Howe&lt;/strong&gt; sent me the keygen last night.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last two days installing everything but it seems like I still need another week or so to get everything settled down.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Hope I can get it done real soon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. I left a tag on Jackson's blog the day before the lightning struck my adapter &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pearly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided that I'm refering to her &amp;amp; left me a reply.&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;honey&lt;/em&gt;, just in case you still patronise my blog..&lt;br /&gt;I. don't. like. you.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna have a go at your looks because it'll be endless.&lt;br /&gt;You've only yourself to blame for this war.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't stop blabbering nonsense about &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are many more things about you that all of us dislike.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't think telling you would have any use because that's what you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearly Lau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is about.&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't annoying, thick-faced, dumb, &amp;amp; utterly disgusting, you wouldn't be called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearly Lau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the war begin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-480516606294970955?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/480516606294970955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=480516606294970955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/480516606294970955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/480516606294970955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-for-those-who-dont-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4479642057975695857</id><published>2007-05-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:58:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is sooooooo eew luh!&lt;br /&gt;Like totally yucks can? =/&lt;br /&gt;More about her another time...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is soooo lame.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4479642057975695857?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4479642057975695857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=4479642057975695857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4479642057975695857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4479642057975695857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/05/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-9193911556499495877</id><published>2007-05-22T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:46:20.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.aboutkelton.com%2Fsounds%2FJS%20-%20Wo%20Bi%20Xiang%20Xiang%20Zhong%20Ai%20Ni.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#454545;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#333333;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, 'sup all?&lt;br /&gt;Had an uber longggggggggggggg day.&lt;br /&gt;Like gosh. I'm super tired luh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done this for like, a hundred years already?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. No luh. Just that I haven't really had much morning classes lately.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, met up with the &lt;strong&gt;twins&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; went to book a room to do our POM assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the room &amp;amp; settled down &amp; waited for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nienchia&lt;/strong&gt; came in after 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for about another 15 minutes then this &lt;u&gt;extremely retarded looking guy&lt;/u&gt; came in &amp;amp; told us to get outta the room.&lt;br /&gt;We're all like, "huh? we booked the room."&lt;br /&gt;Then he took out this slip of paper &amp; told us that he booked the room last Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf luh, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I think that guy's like mentally retarded okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz firstly, MDIS don't allow advanced bookings of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, that bloody piece of paper was written by him. How the fcuk will I know whether it's true or not?&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, aren't lecturers supposed to use the lecture room that's only two doors down?&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;twins&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nienchia&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I went out to wait for the rest before thinking about what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt; came not too long after we went out.&lt;br /&gt;As expected, &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; was mad about it.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. That &lt;u&gt;guy&lt;/u&gt; called someone &amp;amp; that person talked to &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be quite a heated conversation from &lt;b&gt;Kelle's&lt;/b&gt; choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So like, we went to complain to the management &amp; yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy went up to talk to the fucker for us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what he did? He took out that fucking piece of paper again!&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. Was super pissed already luh.&lt;br /&gt;But, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Pffts. &lt;em&gt;Da ren bu qi xiao ren guo&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;That nice guy from the SSU went &amp; book one of the meeting rooms for us &amp;amp; the room turned out better.&lt;br /&gt;Hees. Had fun in there with 'em luh. (:&lt;br /&gt;Class was boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. OKAY. I was reading magazines throughout the class.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Not that I can read my notes, considering how I left 'em all at home.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Did our assignment after class &amp; spent about 2 hours playing &amp;amp; doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Took the shuttle bus over to the MRT station with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. Trained back together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at Woodlands cuz &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to pass me something &amp;amp; I needed to get mom's magazine too.&lt;br /&gt;Got the stuff &amp; went to wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Thennnn.... home luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hualalas. Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Ed&lt;/strong&gt; for the lovely candies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;Woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;Dearest &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;I still think &lt;strong&gt;Cass&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; you are super couple-ish luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;You know what is &lt;em&gt;re qiu shen qing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;Hahahaa. Ohwells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;Please stop pulling me into your couple squabbles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e7b4ff;"&gt;Very much appreciated. Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;I'm loving my life as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;Very much free &amp; easy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; without the guilt for spending time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just not suited for relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. I'll give it more time, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you can try convincing me that I still love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-9193911556499495877?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/9193911556499495877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=9193911556499495877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/9193911556499495877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/9193911556499495877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-all-had-uber-longggggggggggggg-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-4813835080987024563</id><published>2007-05-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:29.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fonething.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fwotekeu%2FCyndi%20Wang%20-%20Dang%20Ni.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#444444;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#313131;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066671553376456354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RlBu7vSUjqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1hhdLkNCGIQ/s320/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'sup all? Blog's been &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; dead.&lt;br /&gt;Like gosh. I've so much to do yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take stress &amp; pressure. I just can't. =/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's pretty much the reason why I'm always "running away" lately.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school for quite a number of times lately.&lt;br /&gt;Think it's as frequent as twice a week?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ohwells. School's extremely boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I've like no effing idea what my lecturers were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. Anyhow, think I'm just gonna update regarding this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Skipped school on Monday cuz I was lazy to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; was tired cuz I didn't have enough sleep the weekend before as there's tonnes of celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a late afternoon class but I went to school earlier to meet the POM group members to get our assignment done.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up fooling around &amp; not doing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped HRM after that cuz I wasn't too keen on presentations. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Went to school quite early on Wednesday despite it being an afternoon class cuz was supposed to do the HRM assignment with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Class was boring &amp; crapped with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; she alighted at CCK.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;CW&lt;/strong&gt; at CWP &amp; took the bus back to JB together.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; he was so nice to walk with me to meet my dad. -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner then came back home to chiong on the HRM assignment.&lt;br /&gt;There were some things that got me very pissed luh. But, ohwells. Fuck it luh.&lt;br /&gt;At least I learnt my lesson &amp;amp; there won't be any more of these incidents. (:&lt;br /&gt;Done my part &amp; sent the informations to &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; before going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Went to school earlier on Thursday to edit &amp;amp; add some points before printing it out.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that we're only allowed to print at 3pm! Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class &amp; the class was fcuking &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ate with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; during breaktime &amp;amp; went up to the library to edit &amp; print after that.&lt;br /&gt;Spent an effing hour there for nothing cuz the stupid librarians failed to inform us that we can only print by handing 'em the info in pendrives.&lt;br /&gt;They're a charming bunch isn't it? Not. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows. Went back to class just in time the lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;Handed in our work &amp;amp; slacked in the class, watching &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; complain &amp; making a fuss about her team member.&lt;br /&gt;Walked outta school with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Kranji &amp; headed home early with &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for dad at CS then came home early to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school on Friday again &amp;amp; slept most of the time. =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Woke up at 8am on Saturday &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Went to breakfast with family then headed home cuz I've my piano lesson at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Class was still alright considering how I haven't been practicing much lately.&lt;br /&gt;Came home to bathe &amp; went out to look for &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a while then had late lunch with family.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home &amp;amp; slept after that. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woke up at 9 this morning &amp; had breakfast with family.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home after that &amp;amp; slacked for a while before heading out for lunch as it was my aunt's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp; took some pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066685103998275250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RlB7QfSUjrI/AAAAAAAAACE/1GSGtjczE94/s320/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was like uber hard to take cuz there are like god knows how many cameras in all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; it's like.. they're all Sony ones lor! =/&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;strong&gt;Shenhui&lt;/strong&gt; gets the Pink T20 &amp;amp; we'll have like the whole collection luh! (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways. Sandy's a tired tired girl.&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to bed reallllll soon although I have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, people! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-4813835080987024563?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4813835080987024563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/4813835080987024563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/05/sup-all-blogs-been-very-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RlBu7vSUjqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1hhdLkNCGIQ/s72-c/Untitled-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6097965559379057507</id><published>2007-04-17T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:40:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.asiancinemaexperience.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FCyndi%20Wang%20-%20Dang%20Ni.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#555555;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#2E2E2E;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yo! 'Sup everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Blog have been inactive for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Wanted to blog a couple of times but got lazy &amp; didn't blog in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, new term started about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. Don't really like my POM lecturer though.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to have something against Malaysia. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyways. Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; a couple of times over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to go out with the BOTH of 'em on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to CHR with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; last Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Nat &lt;/strong&gt;over at CHR then went around looking for some old friends &amp;amp; teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Went to find &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; after that then &lt;strong&gt;Aloy&lt;/strong&gt; joined us as well.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around &amp; hung out at the bowling place to watch Nat bowl.&lt;br /&gt;It was effing hilarious okay! =X&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Didn't really stay in CHR for long actually.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to CWP to wait for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lil' at Mos while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to town after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my magazine &amp;amp; Ying's pen from Kino then went over to Cine to get Ling's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the HK cafe below. -Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; for the treat. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Cathay after that to get Ying's new bag.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. Now I'm thinking of getting myself a new bag as well. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows. Went to metallurgy after that.&lt;br /&gt;There was this thing called the Cinderella Rings.&lt;br /&gt;The sizes of the rings were not told but left there for us to try.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can pick one &amp; try, &amp;amp; if it fits, it can be bought at half price.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. The ones I picked all fit &amp; I bought 2 in the end. -Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; again!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Hmms. Took the train back &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; accompanied me to Clementi. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is boring today as usual. Had a 3 hour break though.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong East to meet &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; for a while then went to JP to walk around while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; as &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; need to head back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; then went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Slept through the whole of POM today as it was uber boring.&lt;br /&gt;Hate the way my lecturer talks too. =/&lt;br /&gt;Class ended early so I walked over to the MRT station with &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped alot on the way &amp;amp; had loads of fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to CWP to get some things for bro then headed off to take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Wylie&lt;/strong&gt; at the interchange &amp; took the bus over to the customs together.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Xinfang&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;WY&lt;/strong&gt; there too. Hahaha. Crapped alot.&lt;br /&gt;Took the school bus over to the Malaysian custom then went over to meet mom &amp; dad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Some people are just so fking full of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Like gawd. Please get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Not everything revolves around the 2 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Or rather, you only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't know whatever gave you the idea that you're even worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hullo girl. Please go take a good look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about you that's worth any of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Please don't assume that whatever I do revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;They don't, never did, &amp;amp; never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sure your skull is thin enough to get this in, right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Liting &amp;amp; Sumin tml!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6097965559379057507?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6097965559379057507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6097965559379057507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6097965559379057507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6097965559379057507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-yo-sup-everyone-blog-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8611583435506510862</id><published>2007-03-28T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:37:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/X2bsMTci1k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/X2bsMTci1k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. 你就是我的理想情人. -hearts.&lt;br /&gt;生日快樂. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8611583435506510862?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8611583435506510862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8611583435506510862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8611583435506510862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8611583435506510862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/beee.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7235708042477063673</id><published>2007-03-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:29.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fblogelegy.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FFahrenheit_Chao%20Xi%20Huan%20Ni.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#535353;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#2E2E2E;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going mad with all the studying. =/&lt;br /&gt;Look what all these studying made me do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045929905539277506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rga-g70wYsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VKhSC9jSyYQ/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I miss this woman lar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045929141035098786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rga90b0wYqI/AAAAAAAAABk/sag6ZbtOamY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When can we meet up please? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7235708042477063673?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7235708042477063673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7235708042477063673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7235708042477063673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7235708042477063673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/hohoho_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/Rga-g70wYsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VKhSC9jSyYQ/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-5673555751350257129</id><published>2007-03-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:29:30.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fseanooi.deltaanime.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FJay%20-%20Feng.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#404040;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#2B2B2B;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sup everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Was out with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044750198282150386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKNk70wYfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GiBKa2D3J80/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went to her house early in the morning then took the train down to town.&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Haunted School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;It was a freakingly scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were closed &amp; my ears were covered for quite a number of scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing the sounds from the movie is enough to give one a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I was already scared out of my wits &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; Miss Ng Pei Ling&lt;/strong&gt; still refused to let me off.&lt;br /&gt;Kept disturbing me throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to scare me &amp; stuff. =/&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the male characters are pretty hot though. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows. Had lunch at a cafe downstairs &amp;amp; studied there too.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really study for long but managed to complete a part of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored alot too.&lt;br /&gt;Took quite a number of photos with my camera &amp; Ling's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044751989283512850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKPNL0wYhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/egIILny5jbs/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Took neos as well.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around &amp; shopped for a while as well.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my dad after that.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly &lt;em&gt;died&lt;/em&gt; of a heart attack cuz of something.&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks so much girl! -hearts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling left not too long after that then went &amp;amp; bought a wallet for mom with dad.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sushi Tei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then went shopping with 'em again.&lt;br /&gt;Got home pretty late at night then came online to chat with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In all, I had a pretty good time yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044754540494086706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKRhr0wYjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bbAOqZtrJFo/s200/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044755197624083026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKSH70wYlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OSB0GSoBNjs/s200/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044755949243359858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKSzr0wYnI/AAAAAAAAABM/X5xs_mgzHkw/s200/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-5673555751350257129?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5673555751350257129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=5673555751350257129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5673555751350257129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/5673555751350257129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/sup-everyone-was-out-with-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/RgKNk70wYfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GiBKa2D3J80/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-8967186795955366530</id><published>2007-03-16T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:13:33.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.rainie.leehom-online.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F04%20Only%20wants%20to%20love%20You%20zhi%20xiang%20ai%20ni.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#505050;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#2A2A2A;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;杨丞琳 - 只想爱你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于还是说了一句我爱你&lt;br /&gt;还记得那个微凉夜里天空正飘着小雨&lt;br /&gt;心跳的声音 像舞动奇迹&lt;br /&gt;你看着我说千万不要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;因为你只会让我伤心别傻了快点喊停&lt;br /&gt;你那么冷静 忽远又忽近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我对你来说也许太年轻&lt;br /&gt;我想我猜我问我终于了解&lt;br /&gt;原来为爱流的眼泪也是种甜蜜滋味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 当我和你走在一起就已经决定&lt;br /&gt;不看不听不问也不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;是你让我了解自己可以为爱那么坚定&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 好想每天睁开眼睛就能看到你&lt;br /&gt;我知道我偶尔有一点任性&lt;br /&gt;不管你做任何决定究竟爱我还是逃避&lt;br /&gt;sorry 我还是不会放弃 爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于还是说了一句我爱你&lt;br /&gt;还记得那个微凉夜里天空正飘着小雨&lt;br /&gt;心跳的声音 像舞动奇迹&lt;br /&gt;你看着我说千万不要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;因为你只会让我伤心别傻了快点喊停&lt;br /&gt;你那么冷静 忽远又忽近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我对你来说也许太年轻&lt;br /&gt;我想我猜我问我终于了解&lt;br /&gt;原来为爱流的眼泪也是种甜蜜滋味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 当我和你走在一起就已经决定&lt;br /&gt;不看不听不问也不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;是你让我了解自己可以为爱那么坚定&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 好想每天睁开眼睛就能看到你&lt;br /&gt;我知道我偶尔有一点任性&lt;br /&gt;不管你做任何决定究竟爱我还是逃避&lt;br /&gt;sorry 我还是不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;sorry 我还是不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 当我和你走在一起就已经决定&lt;br /&gt;不看不听不问也不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;是你让我了解自己可以为爱那么坚定&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 好想每天睁开眼睛就能看到你&lt;br /&gt;我知道我偶尔有一点任性&lt;br /&gt;不管你做任何决定究竟爱我还是逃避&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你 好想每天睁开眼睛就能看到你&lt;br /&gt;我知道我偶尔有一点任性&lt;br /&gt;不管你做任何决定究竟爱我还是逃避&lt;br /&gt;sorry 我还是不会放弃&lt;br /&gt;我还是不会放弃 爱你&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;'sup people?&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I haven't blogged for quite some time already. =/&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have the time to blog cuz I had two assignments to rush.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, just got back from Genting on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around in KL for two days before heading up to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought my T10 camera! (:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do much these days.&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxed &amp; walked around with my family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school today.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Peiwan&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning to go to school together.&lt;br /&gt;Was late. But still, at least we went! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, class was boring today.&lt;br /&gt;Released early cuz today's the last day of the term.&lt;br /&gt;Photocopied the marketing questions at the library then headed off with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus with &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch then &lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around &amp;amp; bought some stuff before heading back. :D&lt;br /&gt;Reached home &amp; slept till 9 before taking my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Came online to chat with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; watched my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here I am blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean what I said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-8967186795955366530?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8967186795955366530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=8967186795955366530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8967186795955366530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/8967186795955366530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sup-people-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-2696339004700057354</id><published>2007-03-06T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:14:28.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.asiancinemaexperience.com.redirect.keljob.com%2FYummy%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FRainie%20Yang%20-%20Ai%20Mei.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#3D3D3D;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#2C2C2C;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;School today. Super boring as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelle's&lt;/strong&gt; getting on my nerves. =/&lt;br /&gt;Was out with &lt;strong&gt;ING's&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; first &amp; had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around then met &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pierced my ears again!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sandy's a happy happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Though the new earhole freakin' hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I like it cuz it's so darn nice lar! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh, there was this bunch of xiaomeimei's from CHR.&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' ashamed to be known as their seniors.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a tragus piercing &amp;amp; this girl was making a big woohaa about it.&lt;br /&gt;Got pissed &amp; said, "it's not even painful. quickly pierce leis."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she did.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;She stayed &amp;amp; watch.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;If she thinks hers is painful.. What is mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-2696339004700057354?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2696339004700057354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=2696339004700057354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2696339004700057354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/2696339004700057354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/booyah-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-6298008788991577853</id><published>2007-03-02T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:38:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fbmkmail.upm.edu.my%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FGeorge%20Benson%20-%20Nothing%27s%20Gonna%20Change%20My%20Love%20For%20You.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#191919;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#393939;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF6699" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;'sup people?&lt;br /&gt;School sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;IT presentation, which I totally skipped. =/&lt;br /&gt;Was uber late today.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Ange&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; went to school together as she had a class test.&lt;br /&gt;Went to class &amp;amp; listen to the people presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Only one word to describe it all - boring.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lil' with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piggies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;I swear &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why she's being so.. &lt;em&gt;kanjiong&lt;/em&gt; about the assignment &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we've only ONE part left &amp;amp; there's not much to do.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't she just freakin' relax &amp; all?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went off with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; at Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Went to CWP to buy some things before heading up to Seoul Garden to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp; crapped all the way while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around more than we ate as &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; is stuck there cooking for us.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new set of earphones &amp;amp; a new headband with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo. Walked to Siling Primary after that.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for walking me there! -hearts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Decided not to go for Bee's competition tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tkd was never my kind of thing anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahhh well. But still, good luck Bee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope that you'll get the gold medal kay! -hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-6298008788991577853?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6298008788991577853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=6298008788991577853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6298008788991577853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/6298008788991577853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/03/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-7433440301106949408</id><published>2007-02-27T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:22:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GpHTrUM023/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GpHTrUM023/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This song is specially played for you.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you once told me that you'd like to hear me play this song on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there it is..&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best in everything you do.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. School was boring today.&lt;br /&gt;Met mom at CWP after school &amp; shopped till 1630.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a hell load of things lar.&lt;br /&gt;Wooo. Sandy's a happy girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;Umm, went for piano with sis after that.&lt;br /&gt;That's all of my boring day.. I think. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; who asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;Geez.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-7433440301106949408?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7433440301106949408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=7433440301106949408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7433440301106949408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/7433440301106949408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-belated-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-1552119913609413019</id><published>2007-02-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:24:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fblogelegy.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FFahrenheit_Chao%20Xi%20Huan%20Ni.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#0F0F0F;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#333333;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sup everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super high now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's like I was in an uber bad mood in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Moodswing. zzz. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt; with her.&lt;br /&gt;Rang her up when I reached the customs in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. She actually managed to get up! =X&lt;br /&gt;Took my own sweet time to get to CWP.&lt;br /&gt;Took 912 &amp;amp; met &lt;strong&gt;KelvinT&lt;/strong&gt; on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Chat a while &amp; went over to Macs to wait for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Woooo. Ate &amp;amp; chat &amp; her friend came over.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped while she's studying &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed with her till 1145 &amp; left for CWP to meet &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around getting my sibs' birthday present &amp;amp; had lunch with him.&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus back to the customs after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the phone a couple of times today..&lt;br /&gt;So, Sandy's a happy happy girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope he'll do what he say he'll do - let go of his ex. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; play the guitar for me! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我的最爱还是你, &lt;strong&gt;Danson Tang&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Mr &lt;strong&gt;NgChiuncher&lt;/strong&gt; of course! -hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-1552119913609413019?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1552119913609413019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=1552119913609413019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1552119913609413019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/1552119913609413019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/sup-everyone-im-like-super-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-117225391225879775</id><published>2007-02-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:08:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF6699"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.priszilla.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FYang%20Cheng%20Lin%20-%20Li%20Xiang%20Qing%20Ren.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#000000;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#343434;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! (Learnt from &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged in nearly a month.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. So many things have happened I can't remember all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just highlight the main incidents.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday on the 3rd of Feb with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jae&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mingxuan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shaun&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pearly&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kav&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that lovely cake &amp;amp; the wonder presents! (:&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate 'em all. -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Jae's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out with 'em but I was lazy &amp; some stupid things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school for nearly the whole week from the 12th to the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with &lt;strong&gt;ING's&lt;/strong&gt; on the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class to meet &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning then met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt; at the clinic with &lt;strong&gt;Pearly&lt;/strong&gt; joining us after that.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school again on the 14th to meet &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; to go to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school on the 15th to sleep at home &amp;amp; spent 16th swimming at Yishun with &lt;strong&gt;Mingxuan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was spent at Gram's house.&lt;br /&gt;Out with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jae&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Pearly&lt;/strong&gt; on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tada! I spent the rest of the days at home staring at my comp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; people are so blardy annoying &amp; fake.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; to tell people the &lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; not go around spreading shits?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so nice to tarnish &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; own &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; friend's reputation because of some stupid affairs of the heart?&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; as such a shallow person but now I see &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood what those people meant by what they said in the past. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm in love with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-117225391225879775?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/117225391225879775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=117225391225879775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/117225391225879775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/117225391225879775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/02/woots-learnt-from-ying-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-117008966073954473</id><published>2007-01-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:54:20.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsystem211.free.fr%2Fforum%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Pussycat%20Dolls%20-%20%20Stickwitu.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#CC99FF;border:#9900FF;button:#CC66FF;player_text:#454545;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#CC99FF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. That oh-so-familiar heartache is back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-117008966073954473?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/117008966073954473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=117008966073954473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/117008966073954473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/117008966073954473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-116991079725219951</id><published>2007-01-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:30:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#000000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Felectroncs2.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMario%20Winans%20-%20What%27s%20Wrong%20With%20Me.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FFFFFF;button:#8F8F8F;player_text:#C6C6C6;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like nothing's been going right for me since I step foot on the floor of my room this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everytime I thought that things could not get anymore worse, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the fucking MRT broke down or something.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the fucking person in charge only told us about it after THREE fucking trains have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I called Jason up &amp; asked him how long it'll take me if I were to take a bus to school instead.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'll be late if I were to take a bus.&lt;br /&gt;So, I had no choice but to take a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to the taxi stand &amp;amp; there's like truckloads of people waiting for cab.&lt;br /&gt;Had no choice but to book a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Got the number but no fucking cab turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Called again &amp; I had to wait for another ten fucking minutes. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I wasn't late for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw the exam paper, I regretted wasting my money on the cab.&lt;br /&gt;There's only like one &amp;amp; a half question that I seem to know of?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell aights.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole fucking night studying for the fucked up paper &amp; only one question came up? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the room immediately after the one hour is up.&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus back to CWP to wait for &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;Just walked around with her &amp;amp; waited for &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; to turn up for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate our lunch &amp;amp; walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Bought mommy's birthday present &amp; headed back soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. It fucking rained. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I happen to forget to bring my umbrella today.&lt;br /&gt;HOW NICE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't believe my luck today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it was only drizzling lightly when I reached the bus stop outside my aunt's place. Slept there for a while before heading back with my aunt &amp; uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just when I thought things shouldn't get any worse, my aunt handed me my bill &amp; it was like 3 times my normal bill.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. I think I'm going mad. Or maybe I'm already mad. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp;amp; did I mention that I broke my nail too?&lt;br /&gt;uahgdifgl;sahni;sfubaluighsbfys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-116991079725219951?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116991079725219951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=116991079725219951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116991079725219951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116991079725219951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-on-verge-of-breakdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-116982749776249807</id><published>2007-01-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:04:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6699" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.xgusties.com%2Falbum%2Fsounds%2F07%20Shania%20Twain%2C%20That%20Don%27t%20Impress%20Me%20Much.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6699;border:#000000;button:#FFCCFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear marketing is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thought that it wouldn't be THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;I started studying for it last week, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Seesh. Whatever. I'm like, still so in the holiday mood luh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, something I found from my old blog..&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps SOMEONE to understand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Don't bother reading my blog if you're just trying to gain info about my personal life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&amp;amp; don't pretend you know me well just cuz you read my blog regularly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;If you're unhappy about anything I said here, LEAVE. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Click the [X] on the top right hand corner of the window. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;I write what I feel in the blog. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Learn how to take a hint when you see something negative about you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&amp; don't come ranting to me about what's written here. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Because seriously? I don't give two shits as how you think of me or my blog post. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;So if you're a stranger to me now &amp;amp; a future acqaintance next, don't come to me &amp;amp; repeat all my useless rants I've posted here infront of me because all these are merely history.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-116982749776249807?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116982749776249807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=116982749776249807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116982749776249807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116982749776249807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-swear-marketing-is-driving-me-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643868.post-116965549349439881</id><published>2007-01-25T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:18:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fpinrnb.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FEminem%20-%20Wasting%20My%20Time.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF99CC;border:#FF3399;button:#FF6699;player_text:#454545;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF99CC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with &lt;strong&gt;faggots&lt;/strong&gt; like 'em are such a waste of my time. Seesh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, assignment day today. Was late meeting 'em cuz I took the wrong train. Seesh. Guess I was still half awake at that time. Hmms. Met up with 'em &amp; went to do the assignment at mac. Did somemore research &amp;amp; I've finally gotten something. Decided to leave the rest till I get home &amp; slacked while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; to finish editing. Went over to NTUC to check something with &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; while waiting. Went back to look for 'em &amp;amp; packed &amp; left. Went to NTUC cuz &lt;strong&gt;Nienchia&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kelle&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to buy something. Took the train back with &lt;strong&gt;Nienchia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sumin&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; after that. Chat &amp;amp; all. &amp; I don't know why I got so high. Hahaa-&lt;br /&gt;Reached CWP &amp;amp; went to check out the price of the liquor then bought my newspapers then left. Met up with Daddy at Citysquare &amp;amp; am back home.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened today 'cept for a stupid conversation with some retard. Ahhh. Whatever. Loser- (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37643868-116965549349439881?l=-qingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/feeds/116965549349439881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37643868&amp;postID=116965549349439881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116965549349439881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37643868/posts/default/116965549349439881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-qingg.blogspot.com/2007/01/conversing-with-faggots-like-em-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
